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Azalea, I am not far out. Remain where you are,’Kyson says as I watch in horror as they push tiny Oliver to the ground on his knees. Mr. Crux pulls a pistol from inside his jacket and presses it to his head.

“Two minutes Queen Azalea, I can not kill any Lycan here but a rogue, even a child I have the authority too.”

‘I have to go,’I tell Kyson.

‘No, remain where you are,’he orders and I grit my teeth.

‘How far out?’

‘20 minutes.’

‘It’s too long,’I tell him, forcing his command off.

“One minute,” Denali calls over the microphone, and Oliver cringes away from the gun held to his head.

‘Azalea?’Kyson says, his panic smashing into me.

Mr. Crux presses the gun to Oliver’s temple, and I rush toward the window, throwing it open.

“Wait, I will come down,” I scream to them. Mr. Crux lifts his head to look at me while Mr. Denali smirks.

“We thought you would change your mind.” He nods toward some of his men, who race toward the castle.

“They will meet you at the foyer doors,” Denali called through the microphone, and I nod, moving back inside the window. I glance around at the baby’s room. One that was made for me had Kyson found me when my parents were killed. Yet it offers no protection for me now. Swallowing down the bile in my throat, I move toward the door and open it.

Chapter

Six

AZALEA

The moment I step out of the safety of the castle doors, I am surrounded and dragged out of the castle, my heart racing. I fear more for the life of my unborn child than my own. The guards have me in a tight hold, and I struggle against them as I am led to the front of the castle. Kyson’s voice is constant in my head, urging me to stall them. His fear is potent, and I wonder what sort of history he has with the council that they would be daring enough to go against the Lycan King.

“Azalea, my Queen. So lovely for you to join us,” Denali purrs, causing my skin to crawl as he approaches closer. He clicks his fingers at one of his men, who shoves me toward the iron gates and handcuffs my wrists to the solid bars. My heart skips a beat as everyone takes a few steps back as they watch beyond the gate.

“Fear not. You will have your say. We just have a few questions for you. This is merely a precaution,” Denali says, gripping the back of my neck to turn my face toward his.

“Precaution?” I scoff, glaring up at him. “You have me handcuffed and surrounded by your guards. I think that goes beyond a mere precaution.”

Denali’s grip tightens on my neck, cutting off my air supply. Panic sets in as I struggle against my restraints, but it’s no use. His hold is too strong.

“You are in no position to sass me, Queen Azalea,” he growls, his face inches from mine. “You may be the Lycan King’s mate, but you are still a member of our council and are expected to follow our rules.”

“I am not a member of your council,” I shoot back, gasping for breath as his grip loosens slightly.

“But that is where you’re wrong, even the King’s mate is expected to uphold the laws of our people.”

“Are you really that gutless that you had to wait for my mate to leave?” I ask him, and he laughs sadistically.

He steps away, and I can see Oliver kneeling next to Clarice, crying, huddled in Logan’s arms. I turn my attention back to Denali, who sneers at me.

“It is a mere coincidence that the King wasn’t home. We were sent the report and investigated; this is just a questioning.”

“If that is all it is, why did you feel the need to take out my guards and handcuff me to a damn gate?” I spit back at him.

“Because we are aware of the pact the guards hold, they will fight. We haven’t hurt them, just made them more compliant,” he states.

“What pact?” I asked, a little confused.

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