/Zion’s POV/
“George come inside.” I invite him in and push Fenrir to the back of my mind because I know his presence is overbearing.
“Lycan King , you requested for me.” George says while baring his neck to me.
“George, you’re one of my trusted gammas, I do not understand why you’re still baring your neck to me…..you should have gotten used to this overbearing presence of my Lycan.” I express and I’m slightly disappointed in him.
“King, it’s not easy to do so…….it’s like as if a pressure is weighing my neck down.” He explains to the me and i decide to dismiss the conversation.
“There’s a reason why y’all are trained to protect the royals! But can you even protect the person that you can’t withstand his presence?” I ask.
“Sorry king.” He apologizes after realizing my point.
“Pack yo
