Chapter 36

Erebus POV

The flight back to Lycan City was awkward to say the least. Andrew insisted on sitting next to his daughter’s unconscious body and growled any time I got near. My inner lycan wanted to rip his head off but I knew that Ella would never forgive me for killing one of her fathers. So I sat with Lucian, and we went over plans on how to up security around the city so the witches cannot teleport in and out as they please.

Once we arrive back at the mansion Andrew refuses to let anyone carry Ella. Stoically he carries her into the mansion and waits to be directed on where to put her.

“Place her in my room,”

I gesture to the door at the end of the hallway, but Andrew doesn’t move.

“No,”

he says simply. “Where was she staying before?”

“She will heal faster in the proximity of her mate,”

I try to reason with him, but he is ignoring my words. “You know,”

I say with a smirk on my lips. “I am the King. I could command you to