"Theo Iscariot." Aldrin clamps his thrilling eyes at the mention of the name. He could feel his fingers jolt and his chest thump abnormally hard, causing him to clutch his arm. Ayen glances at him and taps his shoulder. The Grand Duke returns the gaze and forces a weak curve on his lips as he continues, "He has garnered the title of being the 'alpha of the sticks'. A benevolent servant-leader, a member of the lower court, and.. Amara's fated mate."
"Her Highness' fated mate?!" The king's minister utters with an open mouth, his ears twitching at the top of his bald head. "I-I'm sorry, my lord. Could-Could you repeat that?"
"What's there to repeat, baldy?!" Atlas growls with his sharp eyes. "He's a glorified asshole who acts like he cares for the poor and fights for the people's needs. A g
