Rudolph's POV
I ended the call and immediately felt a wave of nausea. The taste of groveling still lingered on my tongue, bitter and humiliating. My conversation with Klaus Blackwood was polite, calculated—and completely infuriating. Despite my carefully chosen words and practiced charm, the hatred still simmered under the surface.
Klaus was not at fault, not directly. But he bore the blood of those who had stolen everything from my family. And when you have no one else to blame, when destiny itself has cheated you, that grudge becomes an anchor. One you carry for life.
Ashton Miller was a golden wolf, the first king of wolves—my great grandfather. And during his reign, a rule was set that, if there is no golden wolf among his descendants, and there is no new golden wolf appearance, my
