Maddox’s P.O.V.
It was about half an hour while going through the latest reports of rebellious activities across my Kingdom, and there was no sign of Alpha Magnus, who specially called me to this dang club for a meeting.
“I have important news; we need to talk in private.”
His definition of private was this substandard place full of prostitutes, he shamelessly ordered three girls for company. Those barely dressed girls were madly moving their body parts in the name of dance, a noble form of art to express yourself.
My patience ran out when a daring one tried to sit on my lap, promising me some sort of out of the world entertainment.
“I am the best at lap dancing. You’ll enjoy my moves, hottie.”
Hottie?
How dare she?
The next moment, that girl flew helplessly and landed on the floor
