CHAPTER FIFTY

Growling, Caleb paced around his room. Waves of fury poured out from his being.

It had to be some kind of joke. An expensive one at that. Because there was no way Andrew willingly accepted to become Alpha. Everything about it was wrong.

How could Andrew who'd caused a whole ruckus because he'd wanted to escape, the same Andrew who'd been running away from the pack forever suddenly want to remain in Brighton? Someone had a hand in it. He suspected his father or Laura. One of them had to be the ones that had convinced him, maybe they'd threatened him. They all behaved like Brighton would collapse without Andrew. Feeding his already bloated ego.

He unclenched his fists and then pounded on the wall closest to him.

"How can my birthright be snatched from me?" He roared, "Father you traitor!" He punched the wall, bruising his knuckles.

The grunts he heard from outside the room further aggravated him.

Andrew was to become Alpha while he, the first son of the Alpha and the true son of Bright