chapter 19

Tyrian's POV:

A few years back at the club:

I'm angry as usual. Because someone decided to waste my whole day over nonsense that I don't care. I can't believe I flew all the from home for this.

“ It's full of humans," Draco sneers. “ I don't like humans," he adds. Something he has told me a million times already. He says they smell funky, and their weakness makes him feel sick. Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans.

Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden.

I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off.

“ It was recommended to us by a human. What did you expect?" I question him, already stepping out of the car. Headed to the direction where music is blasting. Already drunk humans, waltzing around some even puking on the trash cans. Worse are those that do it in