Maverick POV
“What? I don’t want to mate anyone right now,” I barked. “Why didn’t you tell me before you started this?”
Seth stood. “It’s Pack tradition.”
“Did dad pick mom out of a line-up of women during a stupid ball?” I ground out.
Seth rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. “No, actually, he skipped the mating ball. Your grandmother was furious.”
“Did he? Good to know. Goodbye.”
I turned around to leave.
“Maverick Campbell,” Seth shouted.
I paused, and every part of me tensed. “What?”
“You’re not taking this seriously. If you cared for your pack more than you did for your football career, maybe we would be somewhere by now.”
I scoffed. “We would be somewhere if you didn’t snub me when my time came to be Alpha. Don’t forget.”
“I did what was right for this pack. Even yo
