"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?

"I leaked for weeks after I lost our baby, you know. Had no one to milk me. I had no one to feed from my mounds. I considered sharing with the pack, giving other children the chance t—" Jiminie teased, but the king didn't find it funny.


So Agust sat up angrily, his mouth still stuffed, unable to say anything other than mumbles and shit, but the very idea of Jiminie sharing was not sitting well with him. It would never be okay, and he hated it.


His face was showing what he was feeling.


And the way that he was looking at Jiminie was the reminder of what they had been like, once upon a time. Long before they had lost so much between them. Long before time gambled with their fates and they had to stay apart.


Chapter 92 - We'll Go Slow And High Tempo