<b>Chapter 2 The Wrath of the King</b>


    <span>Lars-Rogue’s POV (Lycan King – Rogue King Hall)


    On the other end of the line, I heard my daughter Leslie’s choked voice—those words, <i>“Father, I made a mistake…”</i> tore through the calm I had maintained for the past three years like the sharpest wolf w.


    Seated atop the ck Rock Throne at the highest point of Rogue Pack King Hall, I looked down at the endless stretch of ancient forest bathed in moonlight. This was my domain—thend protected by the Lycan Pack for generations. The air was thick with the scent of pine and old earth,ced with themanding aura that only the strongest Alpha could emit: the essence of absolute power and sovereignty.


    My Lycan Spirit, Fenrir—just as ancient as thisnd—growled deep within me. It had sensed my fury. It had also felt the pain and humiliation of my proud daughter, whose blood was its own.


    “Come home,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I struggled to contain the storm of rage inside. “Whatever you’ve endured, we’ll talk about it once you’re back. No one is allowed to hurt my daughter.”


    The moment the call ended, the royal court fell into dead silence. The Beta guards standing in the shadows even quieted their breathing. They could feel it—my fury.


    Three years ago, Leslie—my only daughter, heir to the Lycan family, the Alpha destined to lead the Lycan Pack to even greater heights—abandoned the political match I had arranged for her. A union perfectly suited to her status. All for a so-called “fated mate.” She hid her Alpha identity and royal bloodline, disguised herself as a gentle Omega, and married into the Crimson Moon Pack, into the household of that brat Kirby-Crimson Moon.


    The Crimson Moon Pack might be powerful in the Camdonville region, but to me, the Lycan King, they are nothing. And that Kirby—even if he is an Alpha—what right does he have to marry the Princess of the Lycans?


    I had been furious. I tried to stop her. But Leslie, drunk on that damned fated bond, threatened to sever all ties with me if I interfered. In the end, I gave in. I used my power to erase all traces of her past and allowed her to enter the Crimson Moon Pack as an ordinary werewolf, to chase her so-called love.


    I had thought that even if Kirby didn’t know who she really was, the bond forged by the Moon Goddess would at least make him cherish her, protect her.


    But what did I just hear? A heart transnt? They want my daughter—an Alpha princess—to cut out her heart to save an Omega? iming the mate bond would sustain her? That her heart would grow back over time? What utter lunacy. Even if there is some life-sharing capacity between bonded Alphas, there’s no guarantee of safety. I’ve never heard of anything so barbaric and insane. This is nothing short of an execution.


    Crimson Moon Pack. Kirby-Crimson Moon. Belle.


    Good. Very good.


    I closed my eyes. My mental power surged outward, nketing the entire continent.


    <i>Thorbane.</i> I summoned my eldest son with a thought—an Alpha I had stationed in California, always keeping watch, always ready to protect Leslie.


    “Father.” Thorbane’s calm voice answered quickly in my mind.


    “Leslie’s been wronged. Use full authority. Activate the Moonbridge and bring her home. Wipe all traces. I don’t want a single mutt from Crimson Moon Pack tracking her.”


    “Yes, Father.” Thorbane’s voice vibrated with barely contained anger. “Crimson Moon Pack will pay for what they’ve done.”


    “They will.” I opened my eyes and looked directly into Thorbane’s pale blue wolf eyes, gleaming with cold, terrifying fire. “But for now, bring my little girl home safely.”


    Fenrir howled inside me, hungry to tear apart those who dared harm its blood. Soon—very soon—they would understand the price of provoking the wrath of the Lycan King.