Ragnar's eyebrows dipped into an evident frown.
He couldn't understand what Lucivar was thinking right now.
'Kill me?' Ragnar's frown worsened—someone like Lucivar shouldn't dare to do that lest risking the wrath of his father, he would undoubtedly die if he went through with this. 'Is he insane? Is he that tired of living? Killing me would make father's pack hunt me down, he wouldn't dare…'
For the longest time, the sheer mention of his background was enough to handle all problems.
His father's name alone would dissuade even the angriest Hybrids.
Other than other heirs of a powerful clan, Ragnar was basically untouchable.
But at this moment, roots of doubt bloomed inside him.
Lucivar was being serious, the sharp and cold gaze of his showed his intention clearly.
