The King of Alphas
How can the King, the lord whose first order was to commence the rogue trials, possibly react to the news that his mate was a rogue.
I sigh. "I am leaving this place right now."
The king just stands with his arms now crossed over his broad chest and looks at me with deadpan eyes. "You are not leaving."
"You seem to mistake me, mate," I say. "I did not ask."
There’s a dark flash across his face, then he raises his chin haughtily. “If this is what you wish for our roles to be, so be it." He glances back at the door. "One call and I can have you chained up here for however long I please. If you dare to leave I can have every werewolf on land looking for you. If there is anything keeping you fro