Michael was right. The current ruler of the royal family, the Lycan King, was a self-righteous b*stard.
He stood at the top and had long separated himself from the lives of ordinary people. He did not care or understand the thoughts of others at all and only made decisions based on his prejudices.
This was the first time he'd met me. He didn't know or understand me, but he'd already judged me based on my background. I knew that my status was not worthy of Michael, but he obviously never thought of respecting me or just giving me a fair chance.
Michael, sitting at the side, was already burning with anger. I could even feel that his anger was starting to affect my mood.
I reached out to hold Michael's hand. I'd told Michael before that I didn't want him to be like Brandon, going crazy at the Lycan King because of his mate.
