Author's POV
The Rogue king.
He stood by the door with his second in command standing behind him. His jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his side. His wolf was growling inside him like a storm about to break.
His eyes narrowed in disbelief as he took in the sight of his son—standing in front of him with nothing but a towel slung low around his waist, the air thick with the scent of sweat and orgasm. He glanced past him into the hotel room, but the bed and its occupants remained concealed by the clever design of the suite.
Ryker was supposed to be working on the mission. Finding a way to get closer to the white wolf girl but here he was f*****g some academy bitches like he had no worries. No mission whatsoever.
He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. He wouldn't waste his preciou
