93 Mixed Blood

[Nicholas's P.O.V.]

"Sir, why are you indulging Sir Frankie so much? I can't stand it anymore."

Ah, my stupid subordinate just had to speak up right now. Well, he always spoke at the wrong time anyway, for me at least. This perfectly ignited my anger. I picked him up with lightning speed and strangled him with one of my hands as I pressed him against the wall. He squeaked like a mouse in extreme shock.

"Never, ever, comment on something that doesn't concern you." I looked at him with blood-red eyes. His whole body shook as he struggled to nod his head. I threw him to the ground. I would never tell a dumb subordinate that I had fallen for Frankie the first time I laid eyes on him.

Twenty-three years ago, I was surprised when my subordinate told me that a werewolf had come knocking on my door. I didn't know any werewolf stupid enough to waltz their way into enemy territory.