Third person
The chamber doors slammed open as two guards dragged the mighty Kelvin Root inside Marcus's wing. The room instantly dropped silent; whatever the other princes were discussing, the remaining words died in their stomachs. The scent of blood quickly filled the room, and then the humiliation.
Kelvin, an alpha, is proud and feared by many. He wasn't a man of words only, but he accompanied every threat with actions. But the man before them looked nothing like the once-tall, proud alpha. He could barely stand... damn, he was barely conscious. He kept murmuring incoherent words.
"Please... I won't touch him... I won't touch him." No one could make out who he was referring to.
The guards glanced at the princes, none of whom had spoken. They dared not speak. Kelvin looked like filth dragged out of a dog's mouth. He was covered in one of the guard's cloaks, a clear sign he wore nothing when they found him.
