"Why can't I see the Alpha King?" asked Mathew Darkhowl, Presley's father and the Council's head alpha, his voice booming with authority.
"The wedding processions for Prince Gideon are currently underway. Therefore, until further notice, no outsiders are permitted inside the palace due to heightened security measures," the guard stated firmly, refusing to back down.
"But I am not an outsider. I am related to the Alpha King directly," Mathew affirmed, his eyes narrowing in fury. "I am the Luna Queen's father. How dare a mere guard attempt to stop me?"
"Forgive me, Sir Mathew, but I cannot go against the direct orders of the Alpha King," the guard stated firmly, offering a respectful but unyielding bow.
Mathew clenched his fists, his jaw tight with rage as he turned and stormed back toward his car. He settled angrily into the backseat, already deciding to teach the Alpha King a proper lesson the moment this wedding was over.
