Alpha Mars’s POV
‘This is f*****g bullshit!’ I say to my wolf, Asher.
I put all my energy into each punch and jab I throw as I work the punching bag to get out all my rage. Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every part of my body is burning, and my knuckles are becoming raw with blisters from hitting the hard fabric of the bag, but I don’t care. My wolf has taken over and it’s better that I hit a bag than certain people. AKA the elder council and my parents.
I have been away fighting rogues for months for the smaller packs under our protection just to return to my life signed away to some f*****g marriage contract. No f*****g way!
This morning, I walked into the family dining room for breakfast, just happy to finally be back home. I see my mother and father sitting at the large formal table with my b
