"Forgive me, my soul," he said, knowing it was probably the last time he would see the love of his life.
***

Simply put, King Agust was the devil in plain clothes.

A raging lycan with an unwavering desire to wipe out werewolves, he was the ultimate danger to a race whose only mistake, was bearing the same blood as that of his father.

Broken and damaged by his father, a werewolf alpha, Agust hated wolves with all he had and didn't have. To him, they were pathetic beings that needed to be snuffed out, and like a mad king, he made their lives so difficult the only option the wolves had left, was to hide.

So when he met Park, one of the strongest werewolf alphas, who didn't take shit from no one, hated him, and who was determined to protect the werewolf race, Agust knew he found his match.

What he didn't expect, was for the alpha who hated him so much, to be his mate, and reject him on the same day they met.

As if that wasn't bad enough, when his lycans attacked Park's pack, Agust sentenced them to mass murder, an action that triggered a revolution.

But strangely, the only thing Agust cared for, was the one man who made him weak in the knees. 

Alpha Park.

Would Agust win both wars?

There was spite and disgusts in his voice for the actions of his brother but never for his brother.


difference with years ago, and Agust loved it. He leaned ito it, kissing himwhile still fuckinghimgently. He knew Jiminie was sire. He had fucked that cunt one too many times. He had eaten that cunt won too many times. He had fucked eveyr hole Jiminie had inhis body and it wasn tsurprisigthta thealpaha was still looking os tired eve now.


"How many kitchens did you burn?" Jiminie asked tiredly and Agust just laughed.


Chapter 141 - C141