"No." I shook my head in denial. "I don't know if you spend all your time in this room, but you must be aware of everything outside. Some were abducted by your subordinates, torn from their sleep; some were taken away in front of their elderly parents; some... were just three years old, the same age as Myron. How could you be so heartless?"
"My mother, she was your mate. Even after her death, she wanted me to forgive you. But what have you done?! How am I supposed to let go of everything between us, effortlessly maintain a father-son relationship with you? Ellie is not a rogue wolf or an omega. She is your son's mate. Do you want me to follow the same path as you?"
I needed to vent. As the last syllable fell, I abruptly raised the gun, aiming at his head. Ashes fell from above, but I didn't dodge or flinch, staring at him intently.
I still couldn't bring myself to shoot him, but the resentment I had bottled up for so long was released at this moment.
