The King feigned ignorance, his voice smooth and unruffled, a masterclass in political maneuvering.
"Watch your tone, Alpha. I don’t appreciate your accusations. I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about. I have not taken any of your pack members."
The Alpha's rage only intensified. His voice cracked with fury.
"You have until tomorrow morning to return the Thompsons," he snarled, "or I will file a report for power abuse. I will expose your tyranny to every Alpha in the kingdom. I will make sure they know that the Lycan King is nothing but a bully who abuses his position to steal pack members."
The line went dead.
The King and Caleb stood frozen in the silence.
Then the temperature in the room spiked.
The King's aura exploded—a wave of pure, primal dominance that made
