Varen made it seem so obvious and effortless, as if accepting it was the easiest thing in the world. But no matter how he framed it, I couldn't bring myself to think of myself as an equal to an Alpha. I could barely hold my own against a mixed-breed—facing a pureblood supernatural felt like staring into the abyss. Still, Varen had a way of giving me courage, pushing me to confront my greatest enemy: my father.

After downing another bottle of Dom Pérignon, I could almost picture ...