Alpha Kale POV
The room of the seat of Alpha was cold. Like always. Even as a child it was like that.
Even in summer, when it was supposed to be warm and inviting, the stone walls held the chill of the mountains.
My father, Alpha Solomon, once told me when I was five years old that the coldness was a reminder.
It was a reminder that the life of an Alpha was a cold and lonely one. Heavy was the head that wore the fucking crown.
And he was right.
Three children and a wife later, it was still cold. It was still lonely.
Though briefly Father had been wrong. When my boys were younger, they would sneak into council meetings and hide under my seat.
I would feed them sweets while trying to keep a straight face as I talked because the meeting was supposed to be confidential.
Chase had been the mischievous one then not Greyson.
