Kael’s POV

They call me Alpha King Kael before my face, polishing their teeth with fake smiles, throwing their heads before me in respectful bows. Behind my back, they all called me the devil, because that was exactly what I am—a devil.

I had drawn countless blood and walked on countless bodies. I had slain my own father to take the throne, and I had become the devil they all wanted me to be. No one was important to me but myself. Everyone was either my tool or my target. Right now, my ...