Zayn's POV
"Take good care of my daughter Harper tonight, Zayn. Marry her, and I'll make sure you become the next Alpha."
"Yes, Uncle Owen." I ended the call politely, but inside, I was seething.
Fuck Harper Willis. Fuck Owen Willis. I was already an Alpha.
My father and mother had been the Alpha and Luna of the Night Shade Pack—until they died in a car crash when I was twelve. I was too young to take over, so Owen Willis stepped in as acting leader.
To his credit, he was competent. Even as a beta, he kept the pack running smoothly. But I knew what he really wanted: to be Alpha himself. Problem was, he couldn't—not by blood, not by right. He'd promised me that once I turned twenty, I'd inherit my father's title and finally claim my birthright. But he kept stalling, always saying the time wasn't right.
And now? Now he was pushing his beta daughter, Harper, at me—just another way to keep his grip on the Night Shade Pack.
