~Theo~
My fingers thrummed softly on the desk, creating a nice distraction for me as I waited for my father to say something. He continued perusing his long line of conquest awards, touching each one reverently as if they were sacred objects.
Over the years as a young king, I’ve heard and also witnessed the viciousness of my father. Both in battle and when it comes to matters of the kingdom. King Marcellus wouldn’t waste time in having the head of whoever flaunted his order, alphas and Pack members alike.
When he got older, he had looked up to me to carry on with his legacy, but I was a far cry from what he is. I preferred not to see the heads of innocent people severed from their spasming bodies. If there was anything I loved more, it was women.
And no, I never want them in that forev
