Chapter 163 Miles

• I was ready to rip that fucker’s head from his body when he mentioned that Ellis would be securing his position as Alpha if I did not get my ass into gear and go to help my Dad. My Dad was the fucking Alpha, he had forever dictated to us how powerful that made him. Forever had lectured us on how in control that made him, how strong… so if he was all of those things, surely he should be able to clean up a little mess of mine?! It couldn’t be that difficult!
• As for Ellis securing his position as Alpha, that was a fucking joke. He was too weak. Too empathetic. He was not Alpha material and never had been. Mum and Dad had forever focused their attention on me growing up, with me being their eldest child and their heir. Pushing me to train harder. To prove myself. And it meant I was the one that was capable. Ruthless. Dominant. I was idolized in the pack. I was the one that should be taking that Alpha role. Ellis was a poor second. He would never be me.
• But, as much as my anger lingered, and the hate for my brother ached within me, I had to stay focused. I had my mind set upon a mission right now, and being distracted by Thing 1 and Thing 2 could not happen. They were determined to stay with me and take me with them back to the packhouse, likely at the request of my Dad or my Uncle. But, it could not happen. Going back to the packhouse would end in disaster. A delay I simply did not need. I needed to leave the pack. I needed to go and find Bailey. She was my priority right now. Not the mess the cheap little whore I had selected as a wife had caused…