She clicked her tongue, her eyes filled with a scornful pity that stung more than any physical wound.
Nathan was fortunate to have the mental resilience of a weathered Alpha; otherwise, he would have been driven to the brink of madness by Thea's razor-sharp tongue.
"Thea, I could never become a beggar—not in a million moon-cycles," Nathan declared, his voice echoing with the boundless confidence of a fallen king. "My difficulties are merely a temporary lack of territory. Once I mark the contract with the Fletcher family, I believe many visionary pack leaders will invest in my company immediately. I will redeem my name and reclaim my throne in the blink of an eye."
Thea was speechless at his arrogance. "Nathan, you lack the strength to sign that contract."
"Theo has already lowered his
