Kylen’s POV
The limousine hit another pothole on the winding forest road and I felt my teeth click together hard enough to ache.
“Remind me again why I’m subjecting myself to this circus,” I growled, not bothering to look at Joshua.
My Beta sat across from me, legs crossed, scrolling through something on his tablet like we were heading to a board meeting instead of another tedious pack coronation. He didn’t even flinch at my tone.
“Because it’s your job, Your Majesty,” he said mildly. “Alpha coronations of significant packs require the presence—or at the very least the formal representation—of the Alpha King. Protocol. Tradition. Optics. Take your pick.”
I snorted and stared out the tinted window at the endless wall of pine. “Protocol can kiss my ass. Tradition can choke on it.”
Josh
