Dylan's POV
The moment Chris and his father, Charles, reach me, Chris lowers his head in respect.
“Alpha,” he greets, voice steady.
But Charles? The useless old man keeps his chin raised, eyes locking with mine as if we are equals. No bow. No deference. Just defiance.
Anger rises in my chest like a storm about to break.
“Hope you’re not heading out,” Charles says, voice calm but disrespectful. “We came to discuss something important with you.”
That’s it. The last shred of patience I’m holding onto snaps. I take a step forward, my voice a growl. “So you’re not even going to show me the respect I deserve as your Alpha? Is that it?”
Charles doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t look away. Does he think I’ll shrink back just because he knows I’m wolfless? He’s mistaken. If he truly planned to reveal
