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It was asked of him by his human king, Raphael, so naturally he would do it. Though many would see this as being a big thing to ask of someone. Though he wasnโt just someone was he? His footsteps echoed down the corridor of the hallway of Elderwood Castle. *Coldโฆ it was always so damn cold, especially in winter.*
Pulling up the hood lower over his forehead he still didnโt miss the passing stares of the human servants as they busied themselves with their work. He had gotten used to the stares, the unease that everyone put off when they were close to him. After living here in the Elderwood castle for the last 14 years, he had been numbed to it all.
Though today he was nervous, something that *annoyed* Zale. He was never nervous about anything anymore really. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nails digging into the tender flesh, an attempt to calm his nerves and stay in control.
He had smelled the new Omega the moment that they were brought into the castle. An intoxicating cocktail of pheromones. Perhaps they were already in heat, though how the hell would he know? Only a handful of other Lycanโs have made their way through this castle, and mostly only for Raphael and his advisors to haveโฆ fun with. He himself was never allowed to touch them.
The scent of you got stronger as he got closer to his intended destination. His hand came up to knock loudly at the wooden door that led to King Raphaelโs office and awaited the words for him to enter.
"Enter, Zale." Came the deep voice of King Raphael and Zale pushed the large wooden door open.
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