Elian's pov.
“Your pack is dying as the day goes by. So, you need Olivia's alliance. If other rival packs find out how weak you are as an alpha, they'd come knocking at your door.” Elder Dunbar opened up just before he walked out.
“And what makes you think I'm a weak alpha?”
“Every part of you reeks of fear, disturbances and most importantly, weakness.”
“I can't get back with Olivia if that's what you're trying to insinuate. I choose my peace over anything else.” I fired.
“Peace?” He snorted.
“I'll find another way to protect my pack from any external attacks. It doesn't have to be all about Olivia. She can't be the only deal.” I argued, my blood boiling like it was about to burst open its kettle.
“Are you just dumb? Or you're just being stubborn?” Elder Dunbar suddenly grabbed
