61. One in a Century

ROYCE.

I hear Alejandro scoff at that, and I turn to him as I pull on my cardigan.

He reminds me of the background audience to a TV show or something. He really must make his presence known, not that he’s hard to miss as it is. I walk over to him.

“Mind if I take her?” I ask as I hold my hand out to shake as a peace offering.

I want to put whatever happened here, behind us. This match wasn’t going to be mentioned again, and I will never be sparring against the Lycan King again. I know my win did shock him, but I’m not trying to make him look any lower in his daughter’s eyes.

I can tell they clash often enough and don’t see eye to eye, although I put that down to their similar personalities, and I didn’t want to cause any further rifts between them.

“I fucking do mind, so stop fucking rubbing it in, knowing you both going to do whatever the fuck you want, anyway.” He growls, but he still takes my hand. “You’re not like your old man, not going to say much else out here, but let’s h