"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?

"The plaque… it recognizes fear," King Agust whispered into the night as they sat down on the grass.


He knew he still had a lot to make up for, a lot to never do again, and a lot to remind himself of what he had and how he was a lucky man.


The Lycan King dared to hope that someday, when the sun and the skies aligned to make a peaceful day, he would be able to prove to Jiminie that he was a better person.


That he had changed and that it wasn't the change that would ever break Jiminie's heart again.


Maybe the King was bargaining, but who could blame him for wanting to give the best for the man he loved with everything then? Who was to blame for him just being a lover who wanted to make it all better?


He had learned from a young age that spiritual artefacts reacted to emotions and everything else. But he never imagined that one that was forged in love and hate would still carry the same specifications.


Chapter 88 - Stuck At War With The Pain