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**ATTENTION** I will not be publishing any new chapters of this book until I have gone over all the chapters and cleaned them up. Thank you for your patience. ** It was never meant to happen this way. Never would I have expected to meet the King of Wolves himself, let alone find myself become mated to him. And never, in a million years, would I have expected to be mated to the Prince of Wolves as well. It's all quite funny, isn't it? And the main cause for this monumental, never before heard of scenario in the entire history of mankind, was something I could never have expected. That I, Marianna Opal Isobel Catalina Rosa de la Isagnia Veña, or just Opal Isagnia, could be the Queen of Wolves. --- "Choose," Ares yelled. Those violet eyes glowed in the darkness, a purple so electrifying even the lightening above couldn't compare. "Me or him, Opal. Choose." Archer took a threatening step toward his brother, lips pulled back in a snarl. The torrential downpour soaked his clothing, and made his honey hair drip into his eyes. My hands shook. No, no, no! How could it have come to this? The two men I loved the most in this world, about to tear each other to pieces. All because of me. I looked down when something shiny caught my eye. At my feet was Ares' gold crown, snapped in half. I picked up the pieces, almost laughing at the symbolism. Before I could utter a word of defiance, Ares said once more, "Choose." Thunder roared as the brother dove for each other.
The Crown | I (EDITED)
