ALBERT POV
Fury was bubbling up in my chest.
And hurt, too.
It burned like acid — the kind that eats through bone.
Why the hell would one of my father’s closest allies have something against my bond?
Why would Arthur Marrey— the man who’d known me since I was a pup, who’d seen me train, fight, bleed for this pack too — suddenly look at me like I was some kind of threat to his daughter?
Olivia’s father knew me.
He knew my family.
He knew my strengths… and my flaws.
So why?
He’d told me a hundred times that I’d make a good Alpha someday. That I had heart. Discipline. That any mate would be proud to stand beside me.
And now that his daughter was that mate… he had a problem?
Hypocrite.
The pressure built in my chest until I thought it might split open. I could feel Atticus pacing
