A satisfied grin spread across Jaron's face. "Let me finish this out." To anyone else, he looked exactly like the noble, respected ruler every pack looked up to. But to Voren, the whole conversation was already turning into this exhausting, draining ordeal that grated on his nerves.
"I have no plans to carry the title of Alpha King with me to my grave," Jaron went on, picking up his glass again and swirling that dark red wine slowly, almost dramatically. "You know the title wasn't something I inherited. It was given to me out of pure respect from all the packs."
His eyes locked onto Voren's. "When it comes to wealth and business, you're already miles ahead of me." The compliment rolled off his tongue easy and natural. "But authority… the real authority that comes with being Alpha King blows everything else out of the water."
