22: How An Alpha Should Be

ARNOLD

My father’s words had reignited an unusual anger within me as he compared me to Ethan as though I’d accomplished absolutely nothing as an Alpha since I’d taken his stead. The anger I’d felt toward his utterance was borne from a place I couldn’t quite place a finger on, it was an inexplicable surge of rage that seemed to have emerged from the pits of my belly on hearing Ethan’s name.

For some unknown reason, Ethan’s name seemed to be on everyone’s lips these days and it’d begun to irritate me more than I was willing to let on. First, it’d been Layla who’d questioned me about his so-called curse, and now, it was my father who dared to compare me to him like we were nothing but common roadside commodities.

What enraged me, even more, was the fact that my father showed no remorse for the insulting statement he’d just made about my inability to serve effectively as an Alpha. The unbelievable part was that I’d been successfully holding down the forte and ensuring that peace and pro