The Fated Alpha Queen
The group of young Lycans are in hysterics, as are Joe and Keith, who high-five each other.
The rest of the dining hall stand still in a stunned silence when they see their King, holding a large knife and covered in cream. I would guess that nobody has ever played a prank on my father, especially not for the whole pack to see. I can see my father’s lips twitching in his amusement, but before he can react further it appears to be snowing glitter over him. “Oh, for fuck sake. Pink glitter? Pink fucking glitter?” he howls as he burst into unrestrained laughter.
“I … I … My K … K … King, I … I … promise it w … w … was c … cake,” the cook stammers in shock and looks worried.
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