Benedict, The Alpha King’s POV
Damien’s blatant disrespect combined with Jake’s disobedience rankled all my nerves, Jake perhaps worse than Damien. Damien had always been a bit of a wild card, but Jake was my nephew. He wasn’t just breaking the trust of his King, but of his family as well.
Perhaps, because of this, I shouldn’t have been surprised when, on my way out of the hall, having sent Damien back to the dungeons until I could decide what to do with him, my brother Martin, Jake’s father, hurried to try to speak with me privately.
“Benedict, please. A word,” he said.
As pissed as I was at Martin’s side of the family, he was still my brother. Unlike his ungrateful son, family meant something to me.
“This way,” I told my brother and stepped to the side of the hallway to hear him out
