He finally lifted his eyes to meet mine, his gaze cold—almost cruel.
I whispered, my fingernails digging deep into my palms, "You know what that means."
"They're the most brutal pack!" I ground out, each word forced from my throat. "And you know exactly what kind of man Kane is."
My father lingered in the shadows, his gaze hard and calculating, as if weighing a tool he could discard at any moment.
"Of course I know," he said slowly. "But that is your only value."
The air froze.
In that moment, blood rushed to my head.
I stared at him, chest heaving, and let out a cold laugh. "You haven't changed a bit."
The fire in the hearth crackled, casting flickering shadows across his eyes.
Everyone knew Alpha Kane!
Legend had it that his father died in an internal uprising—betrayed by his o
