”Justin will show you around the grounds and if there’s anything you need don't hesitate to ask.” He turned around, and I stared at his back.
”I never got your name,” I said. He turned back and placed his hands into his ripped jeans. Not something I though a king would wear.
His white pike shirt was hanging over the waistband, and the diamonds on his golden Rolex watch glistened under the light from three ceiling lamps.
”Nathanial, but mostly everyone here calls me Nathan.” I bowed my head and tured to Justin. He was still in that stiff position, much like a warrior standing guard.
”That’s your Alpha, huh?” I said as we exited the house.
”King,” Justin corrected, with much more pride in his voice than I had heard thus far.
”Right, king. So who are you? What’s your posit
