Sixty-Eight

Third Person

They are relaxing. Just what was wrong with them that they managed to conduct a tournament and enjoyed it? Don’t they feel threatened at all? I think I need to make them feel the threat that was about to come to them. I can’t wait to see the agonizing look on their faces. They took what was rightfully mine, so I will do the same. My title and my mate, the chance of having my own family. He should have been my son and not his. I should have been the one who would pass the throne to MY SON and NOT HIM!

“My Lord,”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, my Lord. They actually had a mini-tournament in the Crimson Pack and were all enjoying themselves. I don’t think they have any idea about us yet.” Calum, my right-hand man said. He reported to me about what was going on with Matteo and his mate. I had to admit that he had been living a good life, trying to follow what his father had taught him. But I am not going to let him do as he pleases. I had to do something about his calmnes