Cole's pov
It’s been more than ten years since I set foot here. Though I had been at a nearby hospital looking for a surrogate, i hadn't set foot directly on these pack lands. Now I was walking on this cursed ground, breathing the same air as those motherfuckers who betrayed me. My so-called big brother and my ex-mate. Even calling him my "big brother" feels like a disgrace, an honor he doesn’t deserve. That bastard forfeited every ounce of respect the moment he stabbed me in the back.
This grand meeting of all the packs across the region, meant to end unnecessary wars and select the next Alpha King, is why I’m here. I would’ve stayed far away, content to build my empire elsewhere, but when I heard the council—a group of decrepit, grumpy wolf grandpas—wanted fresh blood on the Alpha King
