Nathan strutted into the throne room, a self satisfying smirk plastered on his face as he sauntered toward the Rogue King, his hands in his pockets.
His face was now cleanly shaven, his hair washed and styled and the ashen complexion was slowly being replaced by a healthy glow that comes from good food and self care.
Eric groaned audibly at the other Alpha’s arrival, swallowing down his wolf who was growling in disgust.
‘Good morning Eric’ Nathan called out jovially as he motioned idly to one of the guards to fetch him a chair, the warrior scowling as he dragged it across the floor and slammed it down in front of the overly confident man.
‘What do you want Nathan’ Eric growled in annoyance.
His smile widening, Nathan took his seat, resting his left ankle on his right knee as he leaned
