*Gene*
Ah, the joy of it all. I don’t know what in the world possessed me to think about giving up my royal title, especially after I’d worked so hard to obtain it, but now all is safe. I know that bastard Adam wasn’t doing my bidding as he should have as my supposedly loyal Beta, but this new guy, Alastar… I’m positive that he’ll do whatever I say.
And right now, he’s off slaughtering those worthless Alphas and their spawn… and the Breeder. I have to dispose of that Breeder.
“It’s ready for you, Your Majesty,” says my servant, bowing his head as a good servant should.
I brush past him and push the useless pion out of my way.
Ah, my bath, perfectly drawn for me with just the right temperature of water and a soothing massage. I can smell the hint of lavender and the light suds look pos
