"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?

It was not what he had imagined, that was certain. But maybe Agust just had to get on board too. maybe he also had to understand that sometimes there were choices that needed to be made. That at the end of the day lives had to be lived and everything would eventually work out like they were needed to. But then there were still so many things that raised the stakes even higher. And Jiminie knew that too. He understood it so damn well it would be insane to even assume that he didn't know what he had gotten into with his decision earlier.


"You talk like it is simple," Agust insisted, determined to lump some sense into his defiant Erasthai.


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