Chapter 8. Sacrifice

[Past]

Prostitutes with minimal clothing of pure white color danced in the royal court of Alphas, their lush bodies gracefully gliding across the floor, some looked terrified others content to have a job good enough to keep their families fed.

Alpha King Valium sat a beautiful girl on his thigh, her sheer pink gown was parted as he continued to touch her shamelessly. She smiled, having already embraced her reality. Her green eyes were dull with raven black hair fisted in the hands of the King who smelled it like a madman closing his eyes.

Her red lips attracted the king to the wilderness. She wasn’t even half of his age, making the King’s interest sp*ke even more. A new Lily in his garden, a new flower to pluck.

“My king,” the head of the werewolf council, Avalon, bowed down in front of him, causing the dancers to halt and scatter away.

With the onset of time, the hunger and lust for power had made the councilmen corrupted. The earlier policy of women a