"The Shadow-Crest Alpha doesn't buy women, Alpha," Caden said.
His voice was terrifyingly calm. It was the voice of a man who had spent fifteen years practicing how not to kill the person in front of him.
"Oh? And what do you know about it?" my father snapped, his voice sharp and on the verge of rage. "You sound like you’ve been listening to too many useless stories."
"I know the rumors," Caden replied, his voice dropping into that familiar, clinical tone. "They say the Shadow-Crest Alpha kills anyone who approaches him with a bargain involving marriage. He doesn't want an alliance with you, Garrick. He wants to be left alone."
My father laughed, the sound wet and ugly. "Everyone has a price, Caden, especially a young Alpha who needs to prove his bloodline. He’ll want a golden wolf to
