owen barker

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two decades ago owen barker turned twenty-three in las vegas (Nevada)! drunk as the king he was born to be, now in the same city that had suffered terrible events by human greed! but had somehow survived it all while maintaining the same unusual taste for celebrations, he was drinking in the same bar twenty years later assessing the dance floor full of half-naked bodies! full of women half-dressed in leather" so original he thought maybe it was a uniform for wolves "the men accompanying them were no better dressed, they were all in black or leather, they looked like a biker's club he laughed at his joke which caught the attention of his sticky companion. - So Your Highness is going to do it? he asked- he looked into the hall where there was a large window that gave a view, he looked into the darkness through the window where he felt the presence of a vampire "how dare you to be so close" wolves didn't seem to notice that a vampire was lurking around waiting -why not - which caused him to shift uncomfortably in his chair, even though he was an alpha he had no right to ask for satisfaction. He was just another in the pack and he wasn't even the strongest and he knew it, so contesting the king was the biggest mistake and he would be replaced faster than he had been promoted if he got angry, but owen was his best friend." he wouldn't do that, would he? he thought about it and came to the conclusion that he wasn't sure, so he decided to use a different approach - because he didn't do anything and besides there is a treaty, you can't just kill him because he came near, he's not even on our land - "the treaty he had forgotten cowards preferred to let the bloodsuckers free to save themselves he was no sadist he knew from the day the walls were built to protect the humans from the vampire's headquarters that it was only a matter of time before they would finish them off and be his people on the menu even now the vampire was on the edge of his land looking for blood the humans who resided there were protected by the werewolves for him and , yet the former king could have gone into battle but chose to make a treaty to save his own skin and leave the werewolves with the reputation as peaceful which he was not and the vampire in the forest was going to help him show the next ones to venture out replied with a sinister smile Mason is not scared or dared to try to convince him. Owen gets up suddenly and walks to the door of the bar. two curious wolves stop him on the way one of them the redhead with the skinny body green eyes and the smell of a half-breed leaving behind her friend the tall blonde - your highness we like....- he ignores them and leaves Mason behind apologizing for his rudeness he has never been good with words he is not charismatic so his friend always intercedes for him but Mason is better with people
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