Uncaring if he wakes up the whole residence at that ungodly hour, Jayden pounds both his fists at the double doors of the sovereigns’ bedroom, with no intention of stopping until someone answers. The lycan king can think whatever he wants—that Jayden has gone mad or gone rogue—or the warriors can fire silver bullets at him and he would even thank them for their service.
It’s not the king, however, who answers the door, but rather the queen whose eyes are wide with fear.
“What is it!? Are we under attack?”
Taken aback, he stares at her for a few seconds in confusion before shaking his head. “N-No, I… I just need to talk to—”
Her expression changes from panicked to thinly veiled annoyance for being awakened in such an uncouth manner. Queen Raya puts her hands on her hips.
“What the he—
