"I hate you.”
"Yet even untouched, you drip so thickly for me,” King Agust chuckled darkly. "Tell me, dripping Misha… Have you ever been fucked before?” 
***
Simply put, King Agustin Fedorov 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 sharing the same blood as that of his father— a werewolf alpha who ruined him and left him consumed by hatred. Like a mad king, Agust waged relentless wars to drive them into hiding. Until he met Mikhail Borisevich.
 
Ruler of Kiyoto, the last standing werewolf pack, Alpha Mikhail was everything Agust despised yet could not ignore; fearless, defiant, powerful, and unforgiving, with a deep hatred for the Lycan king. So much so that when he learned they were mates, Mikhail rejected Agust on the very day they met.

And Agust… took it as a challenge.

But when his Lycan army attacked Kiyoto without his approval, Agust burned them all, triggering a revolution. 
 
Even then, the only thing Agust cared for was the one man who made him weak in the knees.

Alpha Mikhail... His Misha.
Would Agust win both wars?

The mate who died because Xiao Zhu had been born unexpectedly. Perhaps it was madness like that but right now, as Agust listened to his brother's proposal, as Agust reminded Chang Zhu of what the man had always come out r all his stubborn loyalty. "We both know that is not an answer, Chang-ah. Jiminie was never an obstacle to our brotherhood. He was to somewhat pretend here that I'm the holiest or the sanest of us both. Besides, I'm not judging you. You wanted a cong what the limits were. Especially given the limits wondered if this would work in his favor. 


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