Author's pov
Alpha Damien's face instantly darkened, his voice turning ice cold:
"Stay out of my business. The only thing you need to do is get married and have children. Don't forget. Father left you that 10% stake, but there's a condition: you must produce an heir for the pack bloodline to claim it."
"Say whatever you want," Ethan replied coldly. "But I won't agree to marriage or having kids." He paused, then added carelessly, "I'm perfectly fine on my own. As long as I can eat, that's enough. If you want that 10%, keep it. Having it wouldn't change my life anyway."
"Then what exactly would it take for you to agree?" Alpha Damien yelled, fury blazing through him.
[This stubborn jerk. When had he ever listened to reason?]
Ethan's voice dropped low, thick with emotion.
