Alexander had a headache and was tired of the heated debate among his council members. The tension over his lack of an heir was dangerously high.
The council and elders refused to accept that his step daughter's son would succeed him after his death.
Alexander had never felt more confused in his life. He found the idea of the position going to another family very disturbing, especially since his cousin had a bastard son with Alpha blood.
Council members sat in a circle on finely crafted leather chairs. Alexander looked past them, his gaze fixed on the portraits of the previous alphas: his father, grandfather, and great-grandfathers.
He could not look at the stranger sitting across from him. His cousin's son sat across from them. The scumbag was fifteen years old and had every right to
