Chapter Forty

DEAN'S POV

Wiley the rogue king was in his ruin of a castle attending to some important matters, and by important, I mean fucking his whores, all three of them.

He is a cruel man and has constantly waged war on many packs, attacking them when they least expected it and taking on new territories.

Everyone knows he is a trigger freak, and won't hesitate to pull the trigger, if he so much as don't like your face. He was feared and ruled his men with an iron fist.

One of the problems he has, is his insatiable sexual urges. Wiley doesn't joke with his pleasure time, as he calls it.

And you dare not disturb him; or you die. Every single one of his men knows these rules and has strictly adhered to them until today.

"My king," Dean knocked on the door of Wiley's room, and the guards at the door exchanged glances. As they know the repercussions.

"My king, this is important." Dean knocked one more time, and instead of a reply, what he got as a response was the screaming of the whores and