Alex followed her mate, and sat on her throne. *i dont want to take away your power, my love. I just have it. The Wolfriders will respect you more than me. I think.*

He nods, not saying anything.

Suddenly the door opens and 24 people are shoved in, his guards glaring down at them in disgust. "The others are gathering the rest." A guard speaks up. "These were the ones who were able to get closer to the castle."

The Wolfriders brought in a dozen more, and they all bowed. *your Majesty.*

He regards them with a frown, nodding silently as more guards come in with about 100 more pack members before all are gathered. He stands, his eyes cold as he looks at the pack.

The Wolfriders backed up, giving Caspian and the pack space.

He's suddenly his Lycan, a snarling mess in front of the pack as he circles them, the guards shoving them to their knees before backing away to let Caspian deal with them.

The Wolfriders and Alex stayed silent, watching.

He suddenly grabs one and snarls in his face, suddenly letting out a gruesome growl.

The entire pack bows, unable to resist their king's command.


The guard's bow, unable to resist.

The man in his clutches falls to his knees, his legs buckling at the immense power of the single growl.

everyone bowed, and Alex lowered her head in respect.

He snarls softly, throwing him on the ground before walking back to his throne. Still in Lycan form, he sits, the sheer power radiating off of him from where he sat was breathtaking, overpowering, and irresistible, you couldn't help but be drawn to him and respectful.