Chapter 165 I Want Her, Father

• Aidan approached his father's study room, each step echoing his growing anxiety. The heavy wooden door loomed before him, a barrier to a confrontation he had long dreaded. He knocked gently, the sound barely audible over the steady hum of the pack house.
• Inside, Alpha Logan sat hunched over a desk cluttered with papers and maps, a stark contrast to the man he once was. The past six years had taken their toll on him. The separation from Crystal had left him haggard and exhausted. His once clean-shaven face was now covered in a thick beard, streaked with grey, and deep wrinkles etched his forehead and around his eyes. His muscular frame, still imposing, seemed weighed down by an invisible burden.
• "Father," Aidan began, his voice wavering slightly as he entered the room. He was dressed in casual clothes—a simple black t-shirt and jeans—yet his demeanor was anything but casual. Determination mingled with fear in his eyes.