Ethan POV
"Blackmore." The voice that calls my name is deep and brooding, and there is only one person who could've said it.
The King, Alpha Veiler.
I look sideways at him, still in the middle of pouring the cool milk over my bowl of cereal standing in a t-shirt and boxers. I was just about to eat my breakfast for Goddess sake. What does he want from me this early? I'm clearly busy.
But he is the King. Damn. I hate that I have to submit to him. He is the boss though.
"Yes?" I ask, now nervous. What does he want with me? Am I in trouble? I almost laugh at the thought. I feel like a child, scared of being punished.
The larger than life Alpha Veiler observes me for a few seconds before bothering to reply to my question. Why am I so anxious to hear his reply? He's the one that started the conversation, and now he stands there intimidating me without a word.