Micajah Rykov was a thorn in his own ass, and he had proven that, not once, not twice ad definitely not thrice.
He had this beautiful tendency of getting himself in deep shit with the alpha like it was nothing; maybe this was the madness that came with being a phoenix, but did he really want to die so bad?
The convincing session had been doing too well until he opened his mouth to make his sister see sense, and she did see sense, but once again, his royal dumbness, the phoenix of the protector clan, Luna's dependent right, hadn't was going to be killed.
He was a stubborn ass, or maybe it was because his mouth and his brain had always been detached from each other.
For Rhian, his brother was okay; for the senior royals, he was a dead man already, and maybe they would ask their Luna queen to forgive them later because right now, right here, they were going to kick her brother's ass.
