The throne room doors swung open, and Tyler Draven walked into the absolute worst thing he'd ever seen.
CRACK.
The whip hit. Guinevere Lunaris was convulsing on the ground.
Cassian stood over her. "You will cooperate or you will get ten more. Do I make myself clear?"
Tyler stormed across the throne room to them. "Cassian, she's soaking wet, bleeding, and crying. What the hell are you doing?"
"What did I tell you about defending her?" Cassian moved at Alpha speed. His fist connected with Tyler's gut.
Tyler took the hit with a grunt, but stayed exactly where he was.
"Punching Tyler," Guinevere hiccuped from the floor. "That's what you've stooped to."
Cassian's eyes dropped to the floor where she was bleeding.
"Tell me, Cassian, do you think Father punches Beta Draven every time Draven disagrees with him?" Another hiccup. "That is the entire point of having a Beta. To advise you. To provide checks and balances. Because no Alpha is correct one hundred percent of the time."
