68 The King

Scarlett

I had never scrupled about my decisions but the man who still had his head bowed to me had made me question my decision. Though his words hurt like hell because I wanted to avenge my father’s death and the apocalypse he brought upon me and my family, this old man had a valid point.

They would either end up dead by me for daring to capture my mate or by Samuel for defying his order.

My animal was outrageous, the urge to kill that bloody uncle of mine was getting stronger passing by each second.

“What am I supposed to do, then? Let Samuel kill my mother, my mate, and me, to protect his claim on the throne?” I uttered through gritted teeth. “I sense a duty toward my people so I can promise you that no innocent blood will be spilled in this feud of the so-called Royals.”

“This promise is as futile as your father’s vow to protect his people,” he said withering.

“Don’t forget that he was my father and your true Lycan King and Scarlett Lockwood won’t stand still, hearing you