"It's against the rules. Only wolves are allowed into the Alpha's office."
Rowan's voice is sharp, laced with authority he doesn’t deserve as he stands blocking the way to his office.
I almost forgot about this daft rule. No humans allowed. Pathetic.
I know why this rule exists. It’s not for tradition or security—it’s a law he made out of pure spite.
A punishment. A way to erase my mother’s legacy and remind everyone that I, her daughter, don’t belong.
Over the years, the rule twisted into something more sinister. A superstition. A belief that if a human steps into the Alpha’s office, it’s a bad omen. A curse.
Wolves can be dumb too, you see proof.
"But I’m not a wolf, am I?" Caspian counters smoothly. "I'm a Lycan. And does that mean you would deny your Prince the dignity of having a decent conversation in your office?"
His voice is calm, but there's steel beneath it. A challenge.