The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

KYLE'S POV.

Eavesdropping on people's conversation is a shitty thing to do. I don't encourage it. I don't do it, but I couldn't help myself this time around. I was too eager to know what my father had come to discuss with Alpha Reagan. It's true he's going to tell me eventually, but I was too curious to wait so I sent away the guards always stationed at his office door and thanks to our heightened sense of hearing, I was able to follow the conversation through the closed door.

I am not impressed with what I heard.

My father and Alina are at it again.

My father is a very proud man. He hardly bows to anyone's will and the last thing he'd do is lick anyone's shoes because he's in need of what the person has to offer him. But his actions lately baffle me. He's acting like a desperate man and it's exhausting to watch.

It's even more exhausting to watch him give Alpha Reagan such a hard time and I wish I could do something to stop all madness.

"Father!" I call for the umpteenth time as I catch up with him outside the building premises. Just like the other times, he ignores my call and keeps striding towards his car, but I step in front of him, blocking his path and that finally gets him to stop.

"What do you want?" He asks in irritation. My shoulders sag. I let out a heavy sigh.

"Father, we need to talk!"

"If it's not about you convincing that Alpha of yours to man up to his responsibilities, then I don't think that will happen." He takes a step to the right, but I do the same and block him yet again. His guards rush forward, but one dangerous side-eye from me makes them pause in their tracks and exchange frightened looks.

One step further and I'll send each one of them flying towards every corner of this premises. They know that because I've done it before. My silent warning seems to have sinked into their heads because they pace backwards and I look back at my father who's still frowning at me.

"Father, you need to stop this madness!"

"Madness!" He roars in disbelief. The wrinkles on his forehead become more prominent as his face darkens with rage. His nostrils flare and his eyes have a wild look in them, but none of that frightens me. Not anymore. "Madness you say?" He repeats and I nod my head, keeping a straight face.

"Yes, it's madness."

the main entrance door. "Impregnate your sister and he's refusing to take responsibility

not!" I cut him off in a bored tune. "He has promised to take

deserves to have

someone he doesn't love.

roars so loudly, I'm sure Alpha Reagan heard his voice

strength and influence of our family in the pack. "It's embarrassing to see you two desperately seeking the Alpha's attention. Father please, you have to stop!" That plea earns me

I chuckle lightly and take a dainty step forward, my eyes

yours is the absence of a wrinkled forehead and sagging cheeks that come as a result of old age. I am your son. I am

of my

plans will fail. Alpha Reagan is not like the others. He will never bow

make that happen." His right hand grabs my shoulder and I feel myself being pushed off my feet. When he lets go, I stagger sideways to

never going

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when my father's car leaves the premises. I don't know what I'm going to say to him, but I need to talk to

here." He says once I step into his office. I close the door behind me and go over to

"I am."

to see a relaxed look on his face. He doesn't look irritated or agitated. He's calm and composed, which I'm happy about, but that doesn't stop me from being curious as to why the conversation with my father didn't rile him up

too curious

in order to achieve a

but they

A pause. A pace.