The Wolf King Returns, Flood Ungrateful City With Blood

My fated mate threw our son into the underground coliseum. She tossed him to the rogue wolves like a piece of trash. The nobles of the capital watched his suffering for entertainment, betting on his death. For three days and nights, he fought those rogues without stopping. And this was the reward waiting for me after 18 years of wara son tortured to the brink of death and a false charge of treason. Callum, my mate Selina's former servant, rose from her secret lover to Lord Regent. He sneered at me, calling me a brainless savage who only knew war. Their bastard son, Adrian, went even further; they framed him for forging his wolf soul and stealing his position as crown prince. He forced my Cyril to drink wolfspine, but they forgot one thingevery bit of glory they enjoyed today existed because of me. Eighteen years ago, as I looked at the city gates just ahead, my heart was heavy with guilt and excitement. Back then, I had left for war against the northern orcs when Cyril was only one year old. Now, those beasts were wiped out; all lost territories had been reclaimed. What should have welcomed me home was applause and celebration. Instead, two arrogant men stood beside Selina atop the city walls—not our son I missed for 18 years.

Selina looked down at me from above. "Reno, you conquered the northern borders. Your victory brought eternal glory to the Silver Moon Kingdom. " "Your Majesty, I've been away from home for 18 years. I earned my name with blood. Right now, I only want to see my son Cyril. " Selina's eyes turned cold. The unfamiliar man beside her stepped forward, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Reno, how dare you interrupt the Alpha Queen? Kneel and beg for mercy! " I narrowed my eyes and studied him. "And who exactly are you? "What gives you the right to stand beside the Alpha Queen? As the Alpha Queen, royal bloodlines are everything. She looked at the young man beside her with deep affection. During the 18 years you were away, I let Callum mark me. Together, we had Adrian for years. Callum has endured endless rumors and criticism. Being the Lord Regent is not enough. I've decided to name him Prince Consort. As for you, once our mate bond is dissolved, you can continue serving as the commander of the Black Iron Legion.

My grip tightened around the hilt of my sword. I ground my teeth. Selina, are you discarding me now? Everyone knows you got that throne because of me. Now you want a pathetic Letic lover to take my place? How dare you! I took this throne with my own strength. You had nothing to do with it. After becoming regent, Callum devoted himself to governing Silver Moon Kingdom. He earned this position, but you spent 18 years fighting in Bearidge to stabilize the border. How incompetent can one man be? I kept you as commander only out of pity. Know your place, Reno. Listening to her selfrighteous speech, I almost laughed. For 18 years, who guarded the freezing northern borders day and night? Who bled to keep her on that comfortable throne? And now she sat above me, calm and untouchable, calling me incompetent. A desperate cry pierced the air, a bloody guard with shattered armor crashed through the crowd, screaming at the top of his lungs. Commander, please, please save Prince Cyril.

I immediately recognized him. Before leaving for war, I had personally chosen him as Cyril's sworn guard. But before he could say another word, an official behind Callum shouted. "An assassin! Protect the Alpha Queen and execute him on the spot! " The royal guards rushed forward, but I froze them with a single roar:. "Back off! He's my man! None of you touch him! " The guards exchanged uneasy glances; none of them dared move. "The Alpha Queen is here! Anyone who storms this ceremony is an assassin! Kill him now! What are you useless fools waiting for? " When they lunged. I swung my sword, shattering their spears with a brutal strike. Who else wants him dead? You answer to my blade first. We swear our lives to Commander Reno. The deadly aura of my battlehardened soldiers made Adrian stumble back. Her eyes flickered as she looked at the fierce armor. She raised her hand. Let him speak. The sworn guard fell to his knees before my horse. Commander Reno, Prince Seriot, they threw him into the Coliseum. They left him to be eaten by rogue wolves. He's been fighting for three days and nights. He can't hold on much longer. Please save him.

Shocked, I turned toward Selena. Disbelief burned in my eyes. Selena, how could you throw Cyril into that place? Cyril was stripped of his title. To fight for the throne, he used forbidden potions to forge a fake Silver Moon Wolf soul. Adrian is the one with pure blood and a real, powerful soul. He's the true heir of Silver Moon. Don't push your luck, Reno. Gods! Drag this filthy lowborn away and execute him. The sworn guard grabbed my hand. Commander, I don't care what happens to me. Just go to the Coliseum. If you're any later, it'll be too late. I pulled him up and got back on my. horse. Black Iron Legion, hear my commandto the underground Coliseum. Anyone who stands in our way dies. She stepped forward and blocked my path. You dare march your army into the capital? Is this rebellion? I kicked her straight in her beautiful face. She flew backward. screaming, "Get out of my way! "If there's a single scratch on Syrian, I'll burn this entire kingdom to the. ground.

Commander, this is the place. The guard captain lounged against a halfnaked dancer. He saw my sworn guard and sne. ered back again, old man, still dreaming? You can beg the Alpha Queen a thousand times, and she still won't give a damn about that piece of trash. After all, she's the one who threw him in this wolf hole. herself. Before he could finish, a silver light flashed; his head flew off before his body even hit the ground. The dancer screamed in terror. I ignored her and looked down the dark tunnel ahead. Kill our way in. Deeper we went, the louder the wild cheers became. The decaying cheers of the crowd, mixed with the stench of blood and desperate screams, drifted up from the depths of the pit. Pushing open the heavy doors to the stands, the massive Colosseum opened up before my eyes. Every seat around the Colosseum was filled. Nobles in fine silks and jewels groping their naked slave girls, screaming at the arena with twisted, excited faces. Beside him lay mountains of tokens, all betting on Cyril's death.