Caspian's POV Right around sunrise, I’m yanked from a deep sleep. “Shit. Fuck. No. How?” Denise gasps and bolts upright. “A new king rises.” Without thinking, I backhand her so hard that she falls out of bed. I try not to hit her, but my Goddess she can say the stupidest shit sometimes. She lands on the floor with a loud thud and starts to cry. “Why did you do that?” “I’m the king, you stupid cunt,” I growl. “I couldn’t help it. You know that.” She’s right, but I don’t care. This makes no sense. I thought Adrian rejected his mate. He doesn’t want to be the king. He fears the curse. “It doesn’t matter,” I say to myself. “Even if he found his second chance mate, it doesn’t matter. He’s still under the curse. All the Lycan kings are.” Denise scuttles away from the bed and stands up. With her hand on the bathroom door’s handle, she juts out her chin, and asks, “Are you sure about that?” She gives me a defiant look I haven’t seen in many years. For just a split second, I can see th
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