"Absolutely not!" Garrett snapped, slamming his hands down on his desk as he stood up. Jack just watched him unamused from his seat. "You can't keep pulling these power plays. I'm not a pup anymore. I won't be controlled by your whims and demands."
Jack's face hardened, lines etched deeper by the weight of expectation. "You think you're so grown up, Garrett, but you still don't understand the responsibilities that come with our bloodline. This isn't about control; it's about preserving our pack and ensuring its future."
Garrett's eyes flared with anger as he shot back, "You've always used that excuse, Dad. But it's a convenient way to justify your domineering behavior. You've never cared about what I want or who I am as an individual."
Jack's voice turned cold, his eyes piercing through Garrett's defenses. "I've always done what's best for the pack, including pushing you to embrace your role. You're my eldest son, and it's your duty to lead."
Garrett's voice grew weary, tinge
