The moment Cory heard that order, his heart twitched with fury.
He might be weak, but not stupid. He fought Ragnar once. He knew the chance he could win a battle against his big brother. Him killing Ragnar would be committing suicide. Yet, his father asked him to do it only because he didn’t have the ball to do it himself.
Cory hated the old wolf even more. But he kept his attitude humble and obedient as usual.
“Sure, Father,” he answered emotionlessly, and then started to walk out of the meeting room like he was controlled by the Alpha order.
His secret research under the hospital had enabled him to be immune from his father’s order a long time ago. He just couldn’t let the king find out yet.
“I haven’t done yet! Where are you going?! You little prick!”
The old king growled fro
