THE RUMOR AND THE KING'S PLOT (2)

"Are you… really going to send them away, my king?" Nycta looked fearful when she watched a hundred thousand warriors in their beast, as they were ready to march to River Creek pack under the royal banner and Silas's command. "From what I heard… alpha Khaos is rather ruthless."

"You don't need to worry about that." Dacre hugged his young mate from behind. He placed his hand over her still flat stomach and kissed her nape gently. "I don't want to do it, but my hands are tied. Khaos has crossed the lines and he should know better not to act this way." He inhaled her scent and closed his eyes. "The mask finally slipped off and he showed his true color. He aimed for power, just like everyone else."

Nycta leaned her back against the king and enjoyed this attention.

Currently, both of them were standing in the balcony that overlooked the thousand warriors, who were ready to go to River Creek pack. It was a massive number.