Born to Rule, Not to Beg
After a heart-pounding hunt, the pack gathered under the full moon for a celebration.
Because of my contribution, I earned the right to bathe in the Sacred Spring and feast on the Stag King's meat.
Just as I was about to take a bite, Emily Carter yanked it from my plate.
"This isn't for you!" she snapped.
In the pack, our roles were similar, but I outperformed her at every turn. She had been targeting me for months.
I ignored her and reached for another piece, sliding it into my mouth.
"Are you even listening to me?" she screamed, charging at me. Her hand shot up, ready to slap me.
The next second, I grabbed her wrist and tossed her aside.
Emily landed on the ground with a growl, her face twisted in fury.
"You arrogant little wench! My father is the great Alpha King, Hyde Sullivan! How dare you?" she continued, her voice cracking with rage.
"I'm revoking your Sacred Spring privileges!"
I pressed a hand to my mouth, letting out a quiet laugh.
Hyde was my uncle, and he never had offspring.
I was his only successor.