"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?

Agust chucked at the sight of his Erasthai. His pretty wolf, who was so ruined and still was reaching out for more. Jiminie was a mess, and Agust had done that. 


"Easy, kitten," Agust said as he created a portal to Jiminie's chambers. He had been there more than once, and he knew that room off his head like it was home for him. 


When the portal opened, he carried Jiminie and went through with him. To the privacy of the alpha's chambers. Leaving the office so messed up. There was no time to care for anything right now. Not when Jiminie was crying for more. 


"You want it? Take it then," Agust said when they got to the bed chambers, and he lay then both on the bed. 


Chapter 137 - It's Our Paradise, Our War Zone