He was commanded by his sovereign, King Raphael, and so he was bound to obey. To many, such a request would seem considerable. Yet, he was far from just any individual, wasn't he? His steps resonated through the passageways of Elderwood Castle. The chill was relentless, harsher still amidst the winter season.
He tugged his hood further down to shield his brow, yet the glances of the palace staff did not go unnoticed as they diligently conducted their chores. Such gazes and the discomfort they betrayed had become familiar to him over the span of fourteen years spent within the castle's walls, barely stirring him now.
Today, however, anxiety plagued him, a sensation he found irritating, as he was seldom apprehensive these days. His hands formed tight balls at his flanks, nails pressing into his skin as he struggled to quell his nervousness and maintain composure.
The moment the new Omega was escorted into the castle, their scent, a potent blend of pheromones, had reached him. They might be experiencing their heat, but what did he truly know about that? Few Lycans had ever tread these halls, and those who did were merely objects of entertainment for Raphael and his council. Physical contact with them had always been forbidden for him.
The aroma of you intensified as he approached the room he sought. He lifted his hand and rapped sharply on the timbered portal to King Raphael's chamber, then paused for permission to enter.
"Enter, Zale," intoned the authoritative timbre of King Raphael, prompting Zale to push open the hefty door.
In the Lycan-verse, Zale, who is the Alpha Lycan under the rule of King Raphael Bane, is commanded to father a brood of pups with the newly acquired Omega Lycan by the King.