Chapter 18

POV years Later

I stared at my father as he gave me one of his many lectures. It irritated me that he thought he could still dictate my life. My secretary comes in, placing a steaming cup of coffee on my desk as he droned on before handing him one. He sips it before leaning forward and putting it on my desk, the sight instantly irritating me. Two f*cking inches away, he knows how much I hate it. I grab his mug and place it on the coaster before sitting back.

“You need to sort your life out Valen, you are getting too old to be messing around constantly with these whores you play with and getting blind drunk every night. If I had known you would be this irresponsible, I never would have handed the pack over to you,” “My personal life is none of your business; I am a good Alpha,”

“You are a f*cking drunk, ” He bellows at me, and I smack the table with my fist. His anger instantly died down.

“I am just saying you are twenty-nine-years-old, just find some b***h and mark her so she can spit out an heir for the Pack,”

“Not happening; the only person I have kids with is my mate, ” I tell him.

“29 years, and you still haven’t found her. Give up on the idea and just choose a woman. At this rate, you will be my age by the time you have your first child Valen, this isn’t about you. It is about your pack, ” He says. My father growls at me, I lean back in my chair, grabbing the document off my desk to look at it when Marcus walks in.