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Aurora stood reluctantly by the door, keeping her guard up.

Just then, Damien stood up from his seat. He was sitting at the opposite end of the long table facing

Silas.

He held out his hand to Aurora with a warm smile.

Aurora’s heart was immediately set at ease. She walked up to Damien and took her seat next to him, holding hands with him under the tablecloth.

“Fabulous.”

Silas clapped, grinning widely.

“Guys, as you can see, we have two special guests here with us today. And I don’t think you need me to introduce them. You all know who they are.”

The room lapsed into a deathly silence.

Nobody said anything. But they were all glaring at Aurora and Damien hostilely.

“My King!”

A lanky man shot up from his seat. He was a bony middled–aged man with a horse–face. His greasy black hair was worn to the back, revealing his sullen, dark eyes.

The man said in a booming voice, “My King, I am just going to speak out for everybody here. These two people are not welcomed! They are our enemies! And I certainly don’t understand why you are serving them with nice wine and good food!”

Many echoed him with low mutterings.

Silas smiled idly, “Alpha Damien, meet my Great General, Danton. And his foster son, Andre.”

A roughly 18–years–old boy was sitting next to Danton, sipping from his glass of wine. He looked bored and was probably the only person in this room who paid no attention to Damien and Aurora.

“No need to introduce us. I know him,” Damien said icily. “We crossed paths a few times on the battlefield. He lost many of his men to me. Hey Danton, do you still have enough men left to form a decent army?”

Danton looked infuriated.

He slammed the table and barked at Damien, “Don’t be so cocky Damien. You are in our hands

now! I can fucking torture you, or skin you alive whenever I want. My bedroom is in need of a new. wolf carpet!”

Damien let out a cold sneer.

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“Ambitious,” Damien said freezingly. “But I am not sure if your competence can live up to your ambition. Why don’t we have a try here? One–on–one. Just you and me.”

Danton’s body quivered slightly.

“O–One on one?” he gulped.

“Yes. One–on–one. Right here, right now,” Damien Brought his hands together and his knuckles cracked. “Bring it up, Danton.”

Danton took an involuntary step back and he bumped against his chair, causing his chair to make a scratchy noise against the floor.

“I–I don’t need to fight you myself!”

Danton cried, pretending to be brave.

“You are surrounded by our soldiers now. One word and I can have thrown into the dungeon-”

“Don’t need to? Or are you just too afraid?” Aurora snickered.

Danton glared at the two of them.

He looked as though he was going to explode out of rage and embarrassment.

“OK. That is enough.”

Silas clattered his fork against the glass, bringing the whole room back to silence.

“Nobody is fighting anyone. Alpha Damien and Gamma Aurora are our guests. I want everyone to treat them nicely. This is an order, and it is final,” Silas said with a forceful tone.

Morgana was sitting on the right side of Silas.

She coiled a lock of her red hair around her index finger and smiled, “And we are not even allowed to ask the reason for it?”

Silas caught her hand and kissed her fingers, “I will answer all other questions that you have. But not this once, darling, no.”

Morgana giggled and shrugged about it.

“But we demand to know why,” Aurora said abruptly.

She looked around the room. Eventually her gaze fixed upon Silas’s face.

“I think you are up to something evil here, Silas.” she said coldly, “But I suggest you give up on that already. Because there is a great chance that we will manage to have you killed before you succeed in whatever evil things that you are planning.”

“My king!” Danton gasped, “You heard them! They are threatening to kill you! Are you still going to

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Chapter II

allow them to sit here?

A panic whisper swept across the banquet hall.

Yet the smile on Silas’s face remained unchanged.

“Gamma Aurora, why do you always have to think of me as a bad person?” Silas sighed, “Can’t I just want to be friend with you?”

“You are a fucking murder who killed my friends! We can never be friends,” Aurora hissed.

She picked up her knife from the table, holding it up.

People winced away in panic seeing her do that.

“We don’t know what kind of a freak show that you have going on here. But eventually, we will find a way to kill you.”

Aurora pointed the knife at Silas, her voice freezing cold.

“Even if we can’t kill you, we already know where your headquarter is at. We will bring an army here and slaughter anyone who dares to stand in our way. By the time all of your men are down, can you still call yourself King?”

A few people jumped from their seats, rattled.

“King! We should stop them now before they hand our location to others!” one man cried.

Silas waved his hand. He still looked calm and unwavering.

“Don’t panic,” Silas smiled. “Gamma Aurora and Alpha Damien won’t be able to leave this city.”

“Oh yeah?”

Aurora sneered.

“I would love to see you try and stop us.”

Silas spread his hands, looking very delighted.

“The point is…” he beamed, “I don’t need to stop you. You just can’t.”

Aurora’s heart skipped a beat.

What did that mean?

Was Silas saying that they couldn’t get out of the Grace Ruin even if they wanted to?

And why was that?

Were there some strong soldiers guarding the gates?

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“And I think you have also noticed that you can’t shift ever since you arrived at

“What did you do!” Aurora snapped.

my territory.”

With a pleasant smile on his face, Silas asked idlily. Remember the snacks that Angelina gave to you before you left Crimson Fortress?”

Aurora widened her eyes in shock.

Yes.

She did remember that box of snacks.

They trusted Angelina so much that they didn’t double check those snacks before eating them.

But now she knew that Chloe was working with Silas. And Chloe was always around Angelina’s side. It would be very easy for Chloe to get her hands on those snacks.

“W–What did you put into our snacks?” she asked hoarsely.

Silas raised his glass as though he was toasting to Aurora.

“Rogue’s blood,” he said.

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“What can it do?” Damien asked darkly.

“Oh, a lot of things,” Silas smiled. “Your Alpha bloodline can empower you and give you an Alpha aura. Our Rogue’s blood has certain power too. With our blood in your system, you can’t leave this city without my permission…and neither can you shift.”

Aurora glowered at this cunning bastard.

Silas sighed lightly, “Don’t look at me like that, Aurora. I just want to spend more time with you and be friends with you. In fact, I even prepared a little…entertainment for this special occasion.”

He clapped his hands.

The banquet hall’s door swung open, and a gigantic cage was brought into the room.

Aurora widened her eyes in shock looking at this cage.

A few people were locked inside. 6 men and a young woman.

Those men were apparently rogues. And that woman looked like a civilian that they caught beyond the boarder.

Those rogues were all drooling all over the place with their eyes bloodshot. They ganged up on that poor woman, chasing her around like a sheep, as she cried desperately trying to avoid them.

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It was a bloody hum show!

“What the fuck are you doing?” Aurora snarled furiously.

“Those men are high. And they are desperate in need of a woman,” Silas laughed. “How long do you think they can get her? Why don’t we place our bets and find out while having dinner?”

“I say 10 minutes!” Danton cried.

***” said another rogue.

Aurora was so angry that her body was shaking violently. She dashed forward and tried to pull the cage’s door open. But it was secured by a huge lock.

“Give it up, Aurora!” Silas said loudly, “Only I have the key.”

The young woman wailed, reaching her hand out of the cage, crying for help.

A rogue had already caught her shoulder.

Right at this second, a dining knife flew through the air and struck the rogue’s temple directly, His head exploded like a watermelon, blood gushing out.

Damien lowered the hand that just darted out that knife, his face icy cold.

“Back the fuck away from her,” he hissed.

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