"Hahaha!" The Alpha King's laughter echoed through the private dining room. "So, that's how it was, huh? Those boys sound like a handful."
His laughter stopped in the blink of an eye, his gaze burning. "Did any of them lay their hands on my beautiful Lynsandra?! Give me the names. I'll make sure they learn how to eat with their feet!"
Lynsandra watched her father—a gentle giant—cycle through ten different moods in the span of a minute and shook her head.
"Ah!" The Alpha King snapped out of his murderous thoughts as he remembered something. "Lizzie, my daughter, have you chosen who you're going to declare as your…"
The word husband seemed to stick in his throat like phlegm, but he managed it.
"…husband?"
"Hm." Lynsandra rubbed her chin thoughtfully before smiling at him. "Nope."
"Hahaha! That's my girl! Of course, my Lynsandra wouldn't fall for weak men! Unless they beat me in a duel, I won't allow them to take your hand."
