Timothy Father had summoned me several mornings ago. When Alpha Reuben Rudrah called, you didn’t keep him waiting, no matter how much you wanted to. I’d been halfway through my training drills, sweat dripping down my spine, when his Beta, Nolan, appeared at the door with that stiff, expectant look that meant I was to stop whatever I was doing and report immediately.The Alpha King’s study was always cold—too big, too silent, every surface polished to perfection. Father was behind his massive oak desk, signing something with the same sharp, efficient grace he used to command armies. He didn’t look up when I entered.“Father,” I said, bowing my head slightly.He finally glanced at me, eyes cool and assessing. “Timothy,” he greeted, gesturing to the chair opposite him. “Sit.”I obeyed, already bracing myself. Conversations with him were never casual—they were lessons, orders, or reprimands.“I heard about your brother’s little rebellion,” he began, voice smooth, controlled. “Myron’s fin
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