Alpha King Grey.
He was not joking. He meant it when he ordered me to kill my mother. There was a killing intent in his eyes. His red eyes were shadowed by such a strong desire to kill and shed blood, that it was both strange and scary.
I knew that my father was ruthless, but what I was witnessing was on a different level. He had tortured my mother beyond recognition, and he wanted me to go ahead and kill her.
I felt like my heart was being squeezed as I stared at his outstretched hand. I had an impulsive urge to pick up the gun and push the silver bullets into some flesh. Only to his flesh and not into my mother's.
What did he take me for? An imbecile?
" You don't want to use the gun? Fine. I almost forgot that you are a werewolf. A royal werewolf for that case. Your claws will
