~Kael~
“Who authorized this piece?” I stepped on one of the scattered newspapers.
Every Lycan royal in the room flinched, their eyes all darted to one werewolf. Jarol. A distant relative of my father. Always arrogant and introduced himself as my father's most trusted family member.
Without warning, I raised my leg and kicked—hard.
A scream rang out as Jarol slammed into the wall, his body crumpling like paper.
I let Adam rise from within me for just a second. He’d want to punish this bastard too—for the disrespect, for our mate.
My wolf didn’t bother with civility. He growled, deep and primal. Jarol nearly passed out from the sheer force of it.
The rest of the Lycan royals were frozen, wide-eyed in horror.
The Death remained still—eerily unfazed. Without my command, they were si
