Dawson’s POV
“You’d really challenge me for Alpha? Son, you aren’t ready for that, think about the pack.”
“Begging will get you no where. Accept the challenge, I already have the support of the warriors, don’t make this worse.” I see the familiar vain pop on my father’s temple. He grits his teeth as his face reddens with rage.
“How dare you threaten me! No wonder your fated mate left you! I accept your challenge.” He declares. I try to hide my smile.
“Excellent. We’ll do it now, outside.” I can tell my father is surprised by how quickly I want to do this. An Alpha challenge isn’t some small sparring match, it’s to the death. We’ve just agreed to one of us killing the other, and I’m fine with that. I get out from behind my desk and walk past my father.
“Be outside in thirty minutes.”
