ERIC
Weakling. Idiot. Useless. Too dull.
You are a disgrace to the Callahan name, Eric.
A Callahan has never been second best—until you came along.
How do you expect to become an Alpha when you can't even excel at what you claim to be good at?
Perhaps the goddess made a mistake bringing you into this family.
One son was enough. I never needed more.
"You fucking bastard!"
Lance's growl dragged me back to the present as his fist clenched in my jacket, pulling me forward.
Everything I had buried for nineteen years surged at once.
All the anger with nowhere to go, all the resentment, all the pain crashing through me like a tidal wave I couldn't hold back anymore.
I grabbed his wrist, wrenching his grip apart before shoving him hard. He staggered, but I didn't stop there. I drove my foot into his stomach with enough force to send him flying back toward the raised platform.
He hit it hard.
