"I hate you.”
"Yet even untouched, you drip so thickly for me,” King Agust chuckled darkly. "Tell me, dripping Misha… Have you ever been fucked before?” 
***
Simply put, King Agustin Fedorov 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 sharing the same blood as that of his father— a werewolf alpha who ruined him and left him consumed by hatred. Like a mad king, Agust waged relentless wars to drive them into hiding. Until he met Mikhail Borisevich.
 
Ruler of Kiyoto, the last standing werewolf pack, Alpha Mikhail was everything Agust despised yet could not ignore; fearless, defiant, powerful, and unforgiving, with a deep hatred for the Lycan king. So much so that when he learned they were mates, Mikhail rejected Agust on the very day they met.

And Agust… took it as a challenge.

But when his Lycan army attacked Kiyoto without his approval, Agust burned them all, triggering a revolution. In the middle of that revolution, an enemy with a familiar face arose, threatening everything Agust held dear.
 
Even then, the only thing Agust cared for was the one man who made him weak in the knees.

Alpha Mikhail... His Misha.
Would Agust win both wars?

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


"Easy, kitten," Agust said as he created a portal to Mikhail'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 Mikhail 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 Mikhail 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