chapter eighty-one

[ IN WHICH HE BENEFITS FROM LASHING OUT ]

SIN'S P.O.V —

I forcefully slap my fist into his neck, causing him to fall to his knees. The other werewolves halt as they see this.

If I can bring their King to his knees, who is to say that I cannot finish them off with one flip of my finger. They must have truly forgotten that I created everything that roams the Kingdom —every single thing that has breathe and life, I created it all. They are the results of my blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice.

I am the god of Alkhemi.

No other King is a match for me. Not the Vampire King. Not Lust who is the head of the Land of Avsky. And definitely not the Lycan King.

Rome spits out blood.

My eyes widen as I notice its color — it is red.

Dark red blood.

This must be the reason why his blood is the cure.

I get distracted by his blood that I fail to catch his next move. Abled by his werewolf abilities, he rises up from the ground and rams into me. He knocks me over and I end up at his feet. But obvious