The Lycan King's Alpha
“So, whatever inquiries or snooping you have done in my home — stops now. Do we have an understanding?”
They both began to fidget under the weight of my authority. An alpha’s command could not be denied. It could be painful, even deadly, to try. As the lycan king, mine was more potent than any other. I wasn’t even putting a fraction of the force I could behind my words, but their discomfort was clear. Finally, they responded with their understanding, tilting their heads to expose their necks to me in submission.
“Good. Now, go. We have nothing more to discuss.”
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