AZRAEL
"Waiting for you for your eleven‑o‑clock meeting in his office. You're over an hour late."
"Perfect."
I rise from where I sit, putting on my business attitude for the events that are about to go down, before stalking towards the Alpha's office with steady steps, Eros following closely behind as always.
Every face we run into on the way there is filled with terror the moment they set their eyes on us—bowing before scurrying away.
Their reaction is perfectly tantalizing, one of the perks of being a ruthless Lycan king.
I stop at the door to his office, kicking it in roughly and ripping the large doors off their hinges with ease.
Ottomar, on the other side, rises to his feet abruptly the moment I make my dramatic entrance. He does a quick bow at a ninety‑degree angle the moment our eyes meet.
"Your Majesty," he greets, managing not to stutter and keeping a calm countenance contrary to the effect I was hoping to get out of him.
