575 THE LYCAN THREW A TANTRUM

"Have you lost your mind, you idiot!?" Alan got a harsh slap on his face from his maternal grandfather. This old man was furious and even though he looked so old, but he held an immense strength, which could send Alan fell to the ground in one slap. 

Yes, Alan was the king, he sat on the throne, but the real power came from this man. Zeke. His grandfather from his mother's side. He controlled everything and ruled anything, even people, who against them. They were the mind controller. 

"You useless thing!" Zeke kicked Alan to the ground and did it a few times more, as he begged him to stop. He didn't dare to attack back, knowing he wouldn't stand a chance to fight him. 

The only people in this room aside from the two of them were Corry, his advisor and the head of the royal sorcerer, Dexter, who was no other than Alan's uncle.