"Just because he is the f*****g King doesn't mean I have to respect him when he calls upon rogues," a familiar voice shouts throughout the walls of the West Wing.
I pull my feet into my stomach, leaning my head back against the chair as I sit silently.
"You'd be wise to hold your tongue," another man snaps as the voices get closer to where I am. "He could easily have your head for that disrespect."
"He needs my troops, this he needs me," Sebastian growls, and from what I can hear, he's shoved the warning Alpha away as he tries to unlock the door. I place my feet down, crossing my legs as I await him in the dark room. "Stupid damn lock."
The door clicks open and he enters, his wolf surfacing as I can sense the anger rolling off of him in waves. Just as the lights turn on, illuminating t
