Jackson stood by the windows in his office, looking out at the training grounds. A few trainees had started to arrive, but it was far from the number that should have been there.
‘They’ve neutered you,’ Cain snarled. ‘They disrespected you, and you let them walk away unscathed. How far are you going to bend over for them?’
“Stop it,” he growled.
‘You’re not their King. You’re their b***h,’ Cain snarled again. ‘You want to leave our child to a group of people who have no respect for you. The kid will be better off with Layla.’
Jackson picked up a paperweight and threw it across the room with so much force it wedged into the wall. It was one thing to have to suffer through all of this s**t with his pack, but having that annoying, insistent voice in his head drove him crazy.
‘Let me out,
