Chapter 129: "Pack Claims and Sacred Robes"
(Alexander's POV)
"Mother, that won’t happen," I said firmly, trying to quell my own irritation as I leaned back in my chair. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I let out a slow exhale. This conversation was adding to an already long day.
Helena's voice came back sharply through the bond. “Alex, you’re overconfident. You always are.”
My jaw tensed. She was relentless, as always, her words cutting through any hope of avoiding this particular topic.
"Wait until your wolf starts weakening with age," she continued, her tone unwavering. "Mark my words... in a few years, it won’t just be Grace looking down on you. You’ll hate yourself for not strengthening the pack bloodline when you had the chance.”
A cold bead of sweat began forming on m
