One hundred and four

Alpha Malik strode into the throne room, his regal figure towering over the ministers who quickly fell silent, their gazes dropping to the floor. Despite the smile on his face, his aura exuded a sense of danger that made them uneasy–Knowing the meaning whenever a smile curled up his lips.

Taking his seat on the throne, he gestured to his right-hand man, Jaguars, to bring forth the messages and petitions. As he perused them, he occasionally muttered to himself, nodding in agreement or frowning in displeasure.

Finally, he looked up and addressed the room. "Are there any matters that require my immediate attention?"

One of the ministers stepped forward, bowing deeply before addressing the king. "Your Majesty, the people are growing restless. They demand an heir from the Queen, but she has not yet borne you a child, nor have any of the concubines."

Alpha Malik's smile faltered, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "And what do you suggest we do about it?"

The minister hesitated, knowing th