Lucien had been requested by his father. He walked into his father’s throne room, holding his head high as he walked by his horrible brothers. “You wanted to see me father?” Lucien said with no emotion “Yes, I did, son.” Lucien’s body froze, Beron had never called him ‘son’ before. Beron snapped his fingers and you, Lucien’s mate was being dragged in by two guards. Your wrists were tightly bound, and there was a red cloth tied tightly over your mouth. Your eyes were pleading with Lucien.