9 - Family Dinner

Two Weeks Later

~Aleksey’s Point of View~

Once word got out that my wolf had his first taste, our first blood … everyone looked at me a bit differently. No one held my gaze as long, and there was a definite air of fear amongst my underlings that had elevated. I loved it.

They should absolutely fear me, they should fall in line with my authority. Maxim had never killed, and I very much doubted he had the balls. From the time I’d spent with his wolf, I didn’t think he was much better. Some people aren’t cut out for this life, he was definitely born into the wrong family. 

“Darling, with Christmas soon won’t you come with us, you haven’t been in awhile now,” Mother said, rubbing my shoulder.