Chapter 15
“Just because I come from a small pack doesn’t mean I’m worthless,” I snapped sharply, my voice laced with frustration. I then fixed Caroline with a glare that mirrored my disappointment. “What makes you think I married Alexander to climb some social ladder? Is that really how you see me?”
Neither of them dared to interrupt as I continued, my words flowing with a fierce determination.
“True strength isn’t about numbers or status—it comes from within. And Alexander’s pack? It’s already the strongest. You’re his father, so why are you looking for someone to lean on, someone to prop up a pack that clearly doesn’t need it? Is insulting me your way of hiding your own insecurities?”
Henry’s expression twisted with fury, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He raised his hand abruptly, as if preparing to strike me. “You insolent little—”
“What’s going on here?”
A commanding, deep voice cut through the tension like a blade.
Henry’s hand froze mid-air, and he slowly lowered it, his defiance tempered by the unmistakable authority in Alexander’s tone.
The moment Alexander’s presence was known, Henry wasted no time challenging him.
“Why hasn’t the wedding been announced to the family?” he demanded.
Alexander shrugged, his face unreadable behind a carefully maintained mask. “The pack’s been occupied lately, and Grandma isn’t feeling well. We didn’t see the need for a formal ceremony.”
It was obvious he wasn’t concerned about the two people in the room, even if they were his own parents.
Henry stepped forward, his teeth clenched tight as he spoke through gritted words. “You’d better get better soon, or you’ll have to hand over some of your power to Michael and me. Once everyone believes you’ll be confined to a wheelchair forever, the soldiers will abandon you.”



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