chapter 14

Chapter 14

Rhys’s pov

“Why are you so obsessed with me bringing an heir? You don't expect me to start raining pups, even after you forced me to get married to Mara.'' I pointed it out to them.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Rowen trying not to break out into a fit of laughter, as it was a serious discussion.

“Your ancestors had many heirs to the throne, your father wasn't able to, but he gave us you, you need to continue the traditions of your ancestors Rhys.” my uncle spoke, everyone was against me at this point.

“It is dangerous for an alpha not to have an heir, and if anything happens to you? Then what do we do?” Grandpa asked.

My eyes turned to Rowen, and he turned to me. We looked at each other and with our gestures.

Grandpa got infuriated, “The throne cannot be given to anyone else unless they carry our blood!”

He slammed his hand on the table, for an old man he sure had the temper.

It made sense where I got my anger issues from.

And even though he was right, I still had