The All Kinds Pack
Valaria interjected, “You are The King!”
“I Am The King!” her father spat furiously, “These have been our ways for over millennia! Come Samhain you will wed Lucian, You will bear his kits and you will know your place!” Valaria was breathless, the dominant aggressive vibe flooding from her father choking her, tears welled in her eyes washing out the bright Amethyst and leaving a dull grey, her panther was scratching at her mind, desperate to get out and give The King something to fear but William turned leaving the room, Valaria gasped for breath as his dominant vibes released her.
“Fuck The King Too!” she muttered under her breath as she raised a hand to her throat, a natural response to the