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Alaric's POV

The moment I stepped into that hallway, the scent of Derek hit me like a punch in the gut. I let out a growl, realizing he was in the room with my mate, Nicolas.

I immediately opened the door in annoyance, and there he was, standing far too close to Nicolas, like a thing that he owned. The sight of it set every nerve in my body on edge, and a growl rose in my throat before I could stop it.

My wolf, Klaus, growled at the sight, demanding I tear King Derek away from his mate right then and there, but I immediately tried to calm him down.

"Step away from him, King Derek," I said, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.

Derek’s eyes narrowed, but he flashed that infuriating smile of his, as if he were beginning to enjoy my torture. “Or what?”

Is he seriously questioning me about why he should get the hell away from my mate? He truly is the mad king!

I held his gaze without flinching as I began to walk closer. “Or I’ll make you.”

I didn’t see this as a conf