Alpha Jordan’s pov
“What?” I growled, sweat caressing my forehead.
“My first son?” I echoed, shockingly. “YES, that is what I want in return.” The man said boastfully.
“Darmoan, can you see the psychic place you brought me? What the heck is he saying?” My blood was getting hotter.
“You know me too well that I don’t joke about my family.” I rose to my feet.
“Are you leaving?” Darmina asked, grabbing my wrist. You know why we are here, friend; you can’t give up the pack, " he said.
“So that is why I should watch my son be taken in return?” I thundered, jolting my hand off him.
“Are you giving up on the pack? Are you letting go of all you have worked for?” He asked, “Tell me if you're ready to step down, I would gladly let you leave.” He said, then I felt my legs wobble to the ground.
