"Something was seriously wrong with my son. I managed to bring him into the packhouse and locked him up in the dungeon with the silver chains meant for feral rogues who attacked our territories and were caught alive for interrogation. It broke my heart that I had to use it on my son as my last means to protect him. Else, I was confident he would escape. After ensuring he was secured in the dungeon and assigned some warriors to guard it at all costs, I returned to the fight we were surprisingly losing." A bitter smile crept on Alpha Kingsley's lips as he paused for a second.
"You don't have to say more," Reagan spoke in Alpha Kingsley's head.
The man shook his head. "That's okay, Your Majesty. Everyone should know the entire story.
Reagan leaned back on the chair and shut his eyes. He lo
