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... ork." Layla walked into the throne room and announced with a solemn tone, holding her tablet close to her body.

We hadn’t even had the chance to recover from the trial with Lucinda and the witches but we needed to be quick. I glanced at Odessa who stood below my throne, staring at me with uncertainty.

After a few seconds, I tore my gaze away from her and fixed it on Layla. "Get the cameras rolling for my speech to the world in five minutes. The other Alpha Kings need to know abou ...

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