Ryker's POV
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He sat in his throne room, surrounded by darkness and shadows as he drank from a golden goblet.
To his left, several large televisions showed news broadcasts from all over the world. The North American region might still deceive itself that this war was coming to an end... But to him, it was only just beginning.
Suddenly, the doors to the throne room burst open and several guards barged in, dragging along two people in chains. Silver chains.
Ryker's eyes lit up as he turned his gaze to the scene.
Regina, his left hand and second most powerful among his artificial hybrids, stepped forward, a mischievous smirk on her face as she gestured at the captives.
"My Lord, I present to you... The South American Alpha King and his Luna Queen." She remarked while Ryker stepped down from his throne, his goblet still in his right hand.