#Chapter 112: Long Live The King

Some of the Alphas bow. Others stare as if seeing a ghost. I’m up on the stage near the throne, on my knees in front of George standing behind me. His hands are on my neck. As Caleb comes closer, his expression darkens more and more. A few feet away from me, his eyes flash red. He glances at me, focusing on the mark on my face, before looking back at George. I want to apologize, for this and so much, but this isn’t the time. Even when I’m about to die, it isn’t the time. I can only hope he knows without my having to say so. “You will release my favored consort,” Caleb growls. “I am the King here!” George snaps. “You are nothing but a dead man.” “You think a few bullets and a few bear claws would be enough to kill a true King?” Caleb says, his voice pitching deeper. He must be near shift. George’s hands tremble on my skin. “If I let your consort live… will you spare my life?” “You have betrayed your own kingdom, sided with our enemy in the north to usurp the throne. Yo