CHAPTER 113

JAYDEN’S P.O.V.

“Why are we doomed?” I asked Nash seriously.

His mother had retreated too.

“Did you see how polite he was?” Myra asked Nash. “Have you ever seen your dad, the alpha, so polite ever?”

“Once,” Nash nodded. “When he was greeting that ruling clan of South India.”

“And remember what your dad did later to the ruling clan of South India?” Myra asked, feeling scared now.

“He slashed his throat in front of all others,” and Nash quivered.

“And you believe he would do the same to me?” I demanded with raised eyebrows.

“Hope not,” Myra sighed. “But you know, alphas in general, have unpredictable tendencies,” she added.

And she was not wrong. Even my dad was like this. Incredibly unpredictable and only mom could control him. But here it seems even Nash’s mom is unable to control his dad.

“So, what do you want me to do?” I asked seriously. “Hide out in fear he would slash out my throat too?”

“Nah!” Nash shook his head. “He won’t dare risk war with your dad and gr