He stood in his yurt, back facing the woman who stood there trying to get through to him.
“This is your birthright, my love. Your father is not getting any younger and he needs to know that his son-his only son will be there to take the reigns when the time comes. You have to marry and bare him, grandchildren.”
The young Arctic Alpha did not respond to his mother right away. A birthright, to him, sounded more like a prison sentence.
“Rorick?” Bellarossa said, impatiently waiting for a response from her son. His mother approached him from behind and touched his shoulder. “Do you understand…the power you’d wield in taking up your father’s mantle once he’s dead? The title of your species alone is an honor-the highest! And you are so unsure about taking the Arctic Pack from your father? Wh
