Demands of King Peter

Kane

“What the fuck do you mean fucking with the wrong feeder?” King Peter asks me, and I can hear the disbelief in his voice. “Opal said nothing about a feeder, and even if she did, what does a dirty feeder have to do with anything?”

I resent the tone he’s taking already. He’s lucky we are on the phone, and he’s not within my grasp or else he’d look a lot like his son does about now.

“First of all, she’s not a dirty feeder,” I explain to him. “She’s the daughter of an Alpha of a nearby wolf pack, one I paid a great sum of money for. One I gave specific orders to the entire clan and everyone who was staying in my castle at the time not to touch, and your children tried to kill her because Opal was jealous.”

“Jealous?” He laughs in my ear. I narrow my eyes, thinking of all the things I would like to do to him. “Why would my beautiful daughter be jealous of a mangy dog?”