Sad days, Alpha Silver, sad days.

Alpha Silver

He knows. How?

How did he figure it out? There's no way someone told him because no one knows it, no one but me, and I definitely didn't tell shit to this man. I'm not that stupid.

I gulp and look up at the eyes blazing in anger and disgust.

Who does he think he is? The King's bastard? Sure, that he is, but he has no power over anyone, he is the disowned son no one wanted or needed, so if anything, I still stand higher.

I don't give a shit about the power he holds in his pack or how many territories he has taken over because, at the end of the day, I stand where I was supposed to stand from the day I was born. Still, he runs around and takes everything he wants like an ill-behaved kid who steals candy from others because his parents refused to buy him one.

My heart rate fastens when fucking Rogue Alpha gets a little closer and inhales more of my scent. Those have to be the new suppressants that don't work. "Does your son knows? Should we call him back here and discuss