Chapter 13

Zane’s POV

I was leisurely sitting on my black high-back leather executive chair, browsing through essential yet boring documents I needed to review and sign, when a series of knocks irritated me.

“What?” I shouted, irritably placing the documents on the table and glaring at the opened door.

Benji, one of the guards stationed at the entrance of the pack house, cautiously entered with fear and urgency all over his face. The drops of sweat on the side of my forehead told me that it was not only because of his fear of me but because he ran in there.

“What’s so urgent about?”

I lay back in my chair, not caring much. I’m the Lycan King. More than anything, I’m the Dark Lord. No one in their right mind would attack the kingdom, and even if someone did so, my well-trained warriors would easily wipe them off.

We were known to be ruthless. What exactly there in this word could even shake me?

I was overflowing with confidence—I had never been so sure in my life. That was until Benji’s next word