"Kiss or Kill?"
"Karma."
*****

Broken by a pack that was supposed to be home, Tamiko swore to never attend any mating ceremonies. He knew they would eventually reject him, so he didn't want to risk the heartbreak even more.

However, a lonely best friend in need of a mate and a bunch of convincing later, Tamiko found himself at the entrance of the mating ceremony.

As if that wasn't enough, the midnight moon gave him what he didn't want the most. A mate. But not just any mate. Gabe; the alpha's dark son, a man who made it his mission to make Tamiko's life harder, and also the man Tamiko hated more than life itself.

As their eyes glowed in the night, Tamiko didn't see a mate, he saw a very rare opportunity; a chance to run, or be the one that Gabe ran from.

He chose the latter.

Like a gift from the moon, he realized the one thing that could burn down the Grealor pack.

He bore the mark of lycan royalty, more precisely, King Zaffuto's mark.

The outcast, Tamiko, was the lost lycan prince.

"You'll deal with him, Chief… or should I?" a bloodied Akila asked as he looked between Igor and Gabriel. 


Akila looked like he was ready to smash Gabriel Grealor's head into his skull and burn his bones to crisp ashes and blow the damn things away just so everyone could have peace.


Akila was so down for whatever the fuck the Lycan chief wanted, and if Igor asked him to cremate Gabriel, Akila would do it without question. 


So instead of saying anything, the barbarian turned to Gabe, who was not sure where life had him at the moment. It was as if the alpha was starting to see with both eyes when his entire life had been a mask and a game of catch with destiny and fate.


"I will go get the rest," Igor said, shaking his head at Akila, like he needed Akila to understand that there was always going to be more Grealor wolves to eliminate. 


Chapter 475 - Of Grieving Barbarians & The Fall of Grealor [3]