ROMAN'S POV
A soft beep course through the air, followed by the soft sound of the door sliding open. Kelvin, one of the sixteen butlers that served us, walked into my personal study holding a tray in his hands. It wasn't like I've ever flipped a single book in the floor to ceiling bookshelves.
The middle-aged Asian gamma placed the tray on the small table in front of me. He gave me a curt nod. “Young master, this is your white chocolate bar and a cup of coffee.”
With my eyes still fixed on my phone, I dismissed him with a wave of hand. It's been three days since my fallout with my father. It wasn't something new but it's been a minute since we got into an argument. My jaw tensed. Three days since I texted that blonde werewolf without getting a response.
I shifted uncomfortably on th
