He was going to be the worst Alpha in the history of the Zander Alpha princes. He was going to die a loner. His mother was currently on his neck. He was supposed to find someone as soon as possible to provide a grandson for her. He wasn't a bitter person, but he wished his mother was the one who was on that sick bed instead of his father.
All she did was whine and cry all day like a teenager. She gave no reasonable advice, talked about nail polish and purple robes all the time. He would go mad if she whined anymore about his trapped situation.
He had a calling, to sustain his bloodline and retain the heritage of his forefathers in Havana. Finding a mate was like finding a pin in a pile of clothes. Impossible. That was the point.
