Shaki had always been different from the others, his mane as black as tar was the reason, no lion he knew had such a distinction, which was both a blessing and a curse. As a child, he was banished to the desert lands, where he learned to survive on his own, and once he had grown strong, he returned to the pride, where he took power after a duel. He didn't mince words, he drove all the males and old men away after the old leader, as well as the females with their cubs, he wasn't so milky to kill the innocent. And now, as the ruler of his pack, he needed to have as many heirs as possible, as a result of which he invited a new female to his chambers every night. And today, as he lay on his silky robes, he heard a knock on the door.

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