Stronger

“Deacon POV

I looked over at the city. I’d made a deal with some unsavory partners and they wanted their money a little too soon. I needed them to be taken care of I had the evidence on them and would turn them in but the ones left over would need a little more mortal form of punishment.

I’d gotten my answer when an odorous wolf walked into my den. He promised to take them out and all I had to do was finance a little war for him.

Honestly, did these people not even realize how small their fights were in the grand scheme of things? They had only small parcels of land and lowly income compared to the night of nations around the world they were running around like children compared to the humans.

I wanted a life that would go down in history, not some insignificant title and a wife who couldn’t stand me. I rolled

my eyes.

I had hoped never to think of them again and to go on living my life in peace with them in their bubble. Now it appeared I’d have to dip a toe back into that world.

There was one part of me that thought maybe one day my son would realize the inopportunity in the wolf world and how he may be at the top of the food chain there but that was nothing compared to the jungle of human power. He had no real army at his command and no actual influence on the world around him.

If the humans decided one day to come and bulldoze his pack keep to the ground they could do it within the blink of an eye and he’d be helpless to stop it.

If he was anything like me he’d have realized that by now but sadly he had too much of his mother in him. A stupid woman endlessly prattling on about duty, loyalty, and respect.

He now found himself barreling on all sides for those principles and he would die for it. A shame if you thought about it. I guess he was still young.

I heard he had a son now too. I don’t think I’m a grandfather though no, not in the traditional sense I never played much of a guardian to my child.

I left that garbage pile when the time was right and I left him too. I couldn’t have massed my empire the way I had with him hanging on my neck trying to get approval every single second of the day.

He had been so proud when his wolf appeared young. He didn’t see the downside of being a wolf in a world built by men. I had to teach him that he was nothing and when he refused to learn I realized I had nothing truly to tie me there and it was the most freeing sensation I’d ever experienced.

“Sir,” my assistant set down the folder on my desk.

“Thank you, Grace,” I didn’t even look at her but I could hear her standing there breathing.

I rolled my eyes and turned around. “What,” I barked.

She was a good assistant and she normally kept her nose out of my business but everyone gets curious when they find out you have a family.

“Noth–well. I. Do you really have a–son?” She furrowed her brows and looked at me skeptically.

“Why?” I turned my head to the side and the girl looked at her feet..

“I just never hear you say anything about a personal life,” she whispered.

If I was a true h

human I wouldn’t have heard that but I wasn’t and I did.

“I do have a son,” I told her. “But he doesn’t talk to me because I abandoned him and his mother,” it wasn’t something

I was ashamed of but people tended to see you differently when they knew that you had hurt others. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“I’m sorry for asking sir it was totally disrespectful, she looked up knowing she was fired which she was of course.

“Curiosity is a plague Grace,” I reminded her.

“It will never happen again,” she almost wept.

“Grace I have no patience for tears” I sneered. If she thought that would save her job.

“Please.” she stopped the incoming tears immediately.

I truly wasn’t in the mood to break in a new assistant.

“Fine, but do this again and you being fired will be the least of your worries,” I turned away.

It was true I paid her an obscene amount of money and she turned a blind eye to almost half the things I did. If she lost this job she’d lose her apartment, her nice clothes, her manicure.

See my son didn’t have that kind of power. The kind that held people’s livelihood by a thread. He could take their lives but he couldn’t wreck them and keep them living just enough to see the regret.

That

was power. You need to make those who cross you regret

It appeared he hadn’t learned that either. I picked up the file. Marcus Cathal, an alpha to an average population pack, they exported lumber.

“Ha!” I chuckled reading that they’re trees had been burnt down in an act of war.

It seems Grayson did know some things.

He

asking on Alphas outside of Grayson’s alliance territory to try and get intel but it was going poorly.

He was getting a monetary loan from me and was forcing rogues into his army. He truly had almost no leg to stand on

Still. I picked up the second batch of photos in the file.

Annette Maloria, a female alpha stunning beauty with brown curls out of a pack from Georgia. Apparently, she was.

Grayson’s soulmate, now that was rare. No wonder he wouldn’t have been able to get her any other way. She was from a golden bloodline. With six generations of female Alpha blood, she could probably tear a car in two if she wanted to.

They got lucky nabbing her after childbirth. No photos of my grandson were around. I doubt Grayson would allow that. More so I doubt Amaria would, she probably didn’t want me to check up on her grandson.

She was always so very protective of the pack’s interest. I remember how frustrating it was when I would try and do something for our gain and she’d get angry with me. Reprimanding me for not thinking of the pack as a whole. They shouldn’t rely on their alpha alone, at least if they had any brains.

Whatever. Well, it appears I’ll have to go back to my son’s world, it would have been much simpler if we could have stayed away from each other for the rest of our lives but fate seems to have fun screwing with your plans.

“Let’s see how well you do against a real enemy boy,”

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