Michael Alpharia's POV
"All hail, Alpha Litany of the Skywood pack," I saw him walk closer with his mischievous laugh.
He strode forward in his blue robe, a ribbon on his head, and his grey beard framing a smirk. Clenching my hands on the throne, I tried to restrain my anger.
"Hello, brother. Been a long day," he sneered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The urge to kick him surged within me.
"Respect, please," Catherine's voice cut through the tension. He scoffed, shifting his gaze to her. "Hello, cousin," she added.
He raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, seems like daddy's little bastard..."
"Enough!" I yelled, stepping down from my throne and walking directly towards him.
His face locked onto mine. "You've changed, really badly," I said, unable to recognize my own brother anymore. His attitude was far different from what it used to be.
