"What do you think you're doing in my quarters, Alpha Magnus?"
The smile on his lips fell, and he took a step closer to the Alpha, who stepped back at the mad look on the king's face.
Magnus straightened, his jaw tightening, but he still bowed his head in the king's presence, raising it only to respond. "Your Supremacy, although these quarters have been relinquished to you, this is still my pack. My territory. You cannot dictate who walks where."
"Is that so?" replied the king with a smile on his lips that didn't reach his cold eyes. "I have heard so much about how you rule your pack. Now that you're here, I would like to hear it from the horse's mouth. Pray tell me, Magnus, what do you think qualifies you as an Alpha?" Draven questioned, his voice laced with calm leisure while the smile still rested on his face. At the thought, his lips twitched.
