The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate
“If I hear you tried to talk to Harper again, I will rip your throat out,” Caleb growls. “You will never talk to anyone else ever again.”
“Y-yes, sir…”
“Now, get out of my sight. The very sight of you disgusts me.”
Samuel starts to move at once. “Thank you, my King. Thank you so much!” He turns and darts away.
Caleb watches after him, already plotting his demise.
It will have to come later, after the Council and the war.