FREYA
The look on his face is like I just shot him with my words, he backs off slightly, looks down and then back at me with a scoff, shaking his head slowly, his fingers twitching like it does when he's trying to control his temper.
“That's low Freya— f*****g low–”
“El—”
"Do you really think I need your signature? The adoption papers are a formality. They pale in comparison to the Pack's custom. The boy is my first son. I will be name him when I name him. You do not get to bargain with that, Freya. Since that's what this is all about now. Bargains."
He leans closer, his voice as hard as steel yet a low whisper as if he doesn't want the walls to carry the sound of his voice.
"You better grow up and realise that you owe that boy a duty, instead of using his inheritance as some cheap b
