Orion’s POV:

Orion, Alpha of the Throne clawhold, and also a disgruntled father, gritted his teeth in anger as he walked towards the throne room.

He hated this.

Every single step he took across the marble floors of these unfamiliar corridors felt like an insult to not only his pride but his station.

As an Alpha, especially an alpha of an ally pack, tradition dictated that he should be personally welcomed by the alpha and luna of the pack. Yet, here he was, walking down unfamiliar lavish corridors that seemed to close around him as he moved.

The only reason he even allowed his boots to walk along the floors...