Aaron looked as pissed as ever at the manager as he walked over to his table. He trailed off, surprised.
"Your majesty, are you--"
"Alright? Am I alright?"
He chuckled, fake smiling.
"DOES IT FUCKING LOOK LIKE I AM? DO I LOOK ALRIGHT? YOU IDIOT!" He slammed the table with his strong fists, making the manager shocked. He caused the table to shake and drinks on the table to shake, but fall over and spill as well. The liquids made a puddle on the table and formed together, creating some kind of weird color as they mixed.
"YOUR FUCKING ASS HOLE OF A WAITER WAS CHECKING OUT MY FUTURE WIFE! I DEMAND YOU TO FIRE HIM. YOUR ASS IS SO LUCKY THAT I DIDN'T END YOUR LIFE RIGHT AWAY, BUT I ONLY WILL IF YOU DON'T FIRE THIS DIRTY AND UGLY FUCKING SON OF A BITCH YOU HIRED!"
At this point, Aaron was already standing up from his seat, his blood boiling, eyes as red and burning as hot fire. This manager was lucky, for he was a werewolf, unaffected by his eyes, but he was backing up in fear against the wall as Aaron walked closer and closer to him, devilishly smirking and growling like a wolf about to kill it's prey.
"I-I'm sorry!"
"Sorry? Haha! Sorry? YOU BETTER BE SORRY YOU FUCKING MORON."
Aaron didn't even hesitate to start choking him, his eyes filled with pure rage. The manager was trying to make Aaron's strong grip on his throat loosen, pulling his hands, but he failed.
"I'm sOrRy, yOuR mAjEsTy iT wOn'T hApPeN aGaIn!¡!¡!¡" His voice was as squeaky as a mouse trying to talk. His face was turning blue, the same pale-ish blue that the old man and waiter had, since Aaron was using the same amount of harsh pressure for the manager as he was for the old man and waiter. Tears started to flood the manager's eyes, him crying in pain.
"YOU SHALL FIRE HIM BY MY ORDERS! UNDERSTOOD?" he growled.
"yEs, yEs!" Another high squeak escaped from his mouth as more tears started
