|| Alaric’s POV ||
The room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of the television casting long shadows across the walls. I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slowness. My father sat across from me, his face twisted in a scowl as he took another sip from his glass. The amber liquid swirled as he raised it to his lips, his movements sharp and deliberate. The news played on a loop in the background, Kael’s smug face plastered across the screen as reporters praised his “heroic” decision to step back into the race for Alpha King.
I must say, that little fool played well this time. Was it Cassandra? Maybe! Kael was an i***t, a dumbhead. Never in a million years this could be his plan.
“Bastard,” my father muttered under his breath, his
