Alpha Geralt.
“Are you not getting me arrested anymore?” I asked him, the lycan king, who expected me to crawl to my knees before him because of my nephew. “Tyrion already gave you proof of his claims, so you don't need anything else to bring me down.”
But he sat down on his seat, wearing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “Geralt!”
“I am not interested in Perrin and what you're doing with her, so since the man you arrested is her mate, you could go ahead to defend your woman by dealing with him all you want,” I added, breathing out. “But for Tyrion? I have nothing to prove my innocence with….”
He raised his face, “Can you take a seat? We need to talk like men.”
What a version of him I just met now…
How was he this calm, and no one out there ever knew?
Well, I took a seat as he sa
