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Mekhi is pissed.

Teal hues watch out from the balcony of his office, spreading across lycan grounds. His eyes cling to the layers of frost accumulating onto the tips of the grass, the brittle air turning his nose numb. He doesn't feel the cold's despair, the blood pulsing within him too hot for him to concentrate on anything else.

Another growl of annoyance brushes out for him throat, eyes rolling and a scoff curving his features.

The Alpha was late. Mekhi hated people who weren't punctual.

He liked everything to be black and white. Everything to be in order, and clear for him to see. Mekhi stopped trying to read between the lines long ago, preferring strong clarity overall. He couldn't have the way he worked to become a hassle, not when his mind dwelled on an entirely different matter that didn't make sense either.

And on top of that, Mekhi didn't sleep a wink last night, his form only now feeling the weariness of his muscles and limbs that had been pacing around the palace for the entire time. He merely took a quick shower, before shuffling into his office.

His jaw ticks, eyes watching the empty road leading into the courtyard. Lycan ears picked up the sound of a vehicle, a few miles away yet. His foot taps impatiently, arms folded.

The door opens softly, catching his attention. His form stays to the front, still watching the emptiness of his lands, but he knows that it's only his dear butler, movements slow and gentle.

"Mekhi," Javis greets, tone low and warm. Teal hues slide to him, face stoic, but eyes growing in fondness. Javis had been the closest thing Mekhi had to a father, to an older brother.

"You'll need this," handing him a cup of black coffee, no milk and no sugar. Mekhi liked the bitterness.

"That fucking mutt," Mekhi scowls, still awaiting the male wolf. Javis chuckles, sound invisible. Silence falls between them for a split second, before the King mutters lowly.

"Did she eat properly?" and the butler's expression grows warm, before giving him an assertive nod.

Mekhi's jaw stops ticking, now catching the attention of the female herself, and his general. They were both walking out of the palace doors, Alden with his arm around her. The beast grumbles, but he knows the female feels safe, so the jealousy is swallowed down. His expression grows slightly amused, watching her short-self huddled in her coat and a hat, long dark curls tumbling out, features tinging with pink already from the winter's atmosphere.

His eyes dip away once spotting the suede black car finally arrive. Another scoff, his mood dimming again, and muscles tensing. His eyes slide back to Javis. No words are exchanged, but the butler has already left to greet the arrivals.

Alpha Alonso enters a room emanating dark power.

Chills rise on the back of his head, arms rising up in goose-bumps and the wolf lurking within him, becoming unsettled.

The King wasn't happy.

Alpha Alonso has never spoken to the Lycan King, only ever through a few letters and treaty agreements. Not many King's ever got to speak with Mekhi – he lived and breathed through isolation, and his Kingdom did too. Lycan's were very closed off, very close-knitted and tight, but only with themselves. They held no true alliances with other Kingdoms, simply because they didn't need to.