Slade
The things the Silver Crescent Alpha had told me to excuse the mistreatment of my mate had nearly cost him his life. Had I not been trained to be a King, necessitating I cultivate the ability to maintain composure always, he would have lost his head. As it stood, I would see the man stripped of his title and pack for his crimes.
Stalking through the halls toward my rooms, my rage pressed tightly against my skin. I needed to get my mate out of this hell hole and fast. Even a King couldn't be expected to restrain himself for long when his other half had been abused. The coil of anger that settled in my chest eased slightly at the sight of my men just outside the door to my assigned rooms. To anyone else, they would have looked the picture of revelry. Having trained and fought by the
