Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen.
“For f**k sake, cut the ringed nosed heifer s**t,” Edvard glared at Elder Wilson.
“I take offense at that!” the Elder who had spent the last ten minutes complaining about every decision the young king had taken since taking the throne.
Elder Carson lowered his head slightly, a smirk upon his lips. It seemed Edvard having a mate would not change the beta, and a part of him was glad of it. Fitz needed real people around him, and there were none so real as Edvard Bedarow.
“Good, I am glad you are offended. Because you need to be. How dare you question the king’s decisions, when, if memory serves, it was you who suggested half of them,” Aiden gruffly responded, equally annoyed as Edvard with the Elders comments, attempting to distance himself from the
