The moment Voren was declared the Alpha King, Jaron knew without a doubt that Voren would come after him.
At this point, he hated his daughter so much. The stupid girl had so easily given away the crown Jaron had almost lost his life stealing from the Lycans, and now his authority was gone. Stripped away in a single moment, handed to the man he despised most.
No, he couldn't just allow Voren to have the final laugh. Not when he had refused his daughter's hand in marriage.
It was as if even his own family was trying to spite him, to punish him for not agreeing to let Liah choose Corvine over the suitors he had carefully selected.
Actually, after finding out that Corvine was born an Alpha, he didn't have a problem anymore. The boy was worthy, had the bloodline, had the strength.
But the moment Corvine gave the crown to Voren, Jaron's hatred and bitterness multiplied, festering like an open wound.
