Lucien pov

Thud!

“Please forgive me, Alpha Lucien. It was all a misunderstanding, I swear it was. Please—please forgive me!”

I watched as the Alpha of Bloodthorn, the second strongest pack, a man my father’s age, one who once wore his pride like a crown fell to his knees. His head pressed to the floor, his body trembling as he begged.

Begged for his life. For his pack. For everything he’d ever loved.

Lucas.

A greedy bastard.

I regarded him with cold, unflinching ...