The Cursed Alpha
Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair.
"Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously.
Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it.
"It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."