Damian walked into his father's private chambers without missing a beat. His mind was still filled with thoughts of what had happened in the throne room, and Storm, his wolf, was struggling to remain calm.
The mere idea of Kyle standing there and boldly claiming hismate had ignited a rage in him that he had never felt before.
He had barely kept his instincts in check back there. And now? Now, he was being summoned like a child, as if they expected him to accept this madness.
As he stepped inside, his sharp silver eyes immediately locked onto his father, King Lucian, seated at the long wooden table. Lord Luther stood to his side, hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable.
Damian forced himself to keep his face neutral. "I heard you wanted to speak with me. Alone."
Lucian gave a slow nod, but his gaze flickered toward Luther. "Yes. Though I believe it is necessary for Luther to stay."
Damian exhaled sharply. "Why?"
