Christopher's POV
I stared at the email on my phone until the words blurred together, rage pulsing hot behind my eyes. Quarter of my pack. She wanted a quarter of my goddamn pack.
The audacity of it burned through my chest like acid. Jasmine Wade, the pathetic omega who should have been grateful I even looked at her, was demanding a portion of everything I and my literal ancestors had built. Assets split equally. Joint decisions on pack matters. A voice in territory distribution.
"She's lost her mind," I muttered, scrolling through the document again. Each clause felt like a slap. "Completely delusional."
My wolf snarled in agreement, furious at being cornered by someone so beneath us in rank and status. An omega dictating terms to an alpha. The very concept violated the natural order.
