Alpha Jaron was upset, his fury barely contained beneath the surface. Strangely, his gaze drifted to Voren, who was rather calm, too calm for his liking. The way Voren sat in his chair like a king surveying his domain, his expression unreadable, his posture relaxed, made Jaron's blood boil.
However, Jaron hated that he had been played. He hated Corvine for showing interest in his daughter when he was just a beta. Now that he realized the candidate he had vouched for, Killian, was not even worth it, he felt played and humiliated.
"Alpha Atticus, you should be ashamed." Jaron roared, finding the right avenue to vent his anger. His voice echoed across the auditorium, sharp and cutting. "You were excited when I brought the proposal for Killian to marry my daughter because I needed her to have the security of a pack she completely had control over." He paused, his eyes blazing. "Why didn't you tell me then that Corvine was the Alpha in line?"
