Juan shot up from his chair, and threw his clenched fist at the rogue’s jaw, breaking it with an audible crack. Xandar pulled the rogue by his prison clothes across the table towards him. 

The King’s eyes already turned onyx as he growled, “You sought to murder our Queen. If you think you can live your life without painful repercussions for what you did to MY mate, I’m telling you right now you’re going to live a long cycle of torture and recovery. Now, answer me, who sent you?”

And they felt it. Everyone did, even the wolves from the next room. They felt the King’s Authority radiating strong from...