Chapter 20
Kross
I wasn’t made for softness.
Not comfort. Not warmth. And certainly not love.
At least, that’s what I’ve told myself my entire life.
There was no space for it in my world—not in the shadow of my father, not in the legacy I was born to carry. My focus had always been singular: make him proud, protect the secret of my mother’s blood, and preserve the Alpha name of our pack with my own hands.
I was supposed to be the future of the Crimson Steele pack. Their leader. Their weapon. Their symbol of power.
But power came with a curse.
Rumors had followed me for years, whispers too wild to believe. That the Alpha’s son was born of Lycan blood. That I wasn’t just another wolf, but something older. Wilder. Untameable.
At first, no one paid attention. Just noise.
Until the bo
