Luther’s guts

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Alpha Hillary had barely settled in his bed, in his private quarters when the door flew open, with a loud thud.

Everyone was startled by the sound but then it was only Luther, making a very 'rude' entrance.

The servants bowed in greeting to him, cowering away from his sight and moving over to the farther end of the room.

"Alpha." He bowed, but there was a slight trembling of his limbs and his face was contorted in an immense fury.

"Luther. Is there a problem? Why would you make such a disrespectful entrance?!" Alpha Hillary scolded, slightly sitting up on the bed, with the help of his Luna.

"I'm sorry." Luther apologized with a bow, but heaven knew he wasn't a bit sorry for shit. If he could have it his way, he would bash Alpha Hillary's head in. That was how fucking pissed he was at the moment.

"You should be." Luna Cora cut in, with a frown. "Whatever it is you have to say, it could never excuse your rudeness."

"Again, I'm sorry," Luther said, with