A SLAVE TO MY LYCAN MASTER
he mumbled, his lips quivering as he spoke.
“Luther? You may leave,” I replied, waving my hand dismissively as I watched him scurry away immediately.
“Luther,” I muttered, my jaw clenched. “That bastard,” I cursed, gulping down a large amount of vodka.
Luther Cratos, my half brother, and my successor. Even though we shared the same father, we barely got along.
After the death of my mother, my father, the late lycan king, presented Luther to me as my half brother.
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