Blaze rose from his chair and took a few casual steps towards the window, looking out as though contemplating something grand. "You've always wanted power, haven't you, Jackson? Real power. Liana can't give that to you anymore. She's losing her grip, you know that. Her son doesn't follow her as he should. But me? I have resources and connections. Together, we could accomplish something far greater than watching your daughter chase after a prince who doesn't want her."
Jackson's gaze hardened. "What exactly are you proposing?"
Blaze turned, his smile widening. "A partnership. You align yourself with me, and I promise you, Jackson, we'll take control of more than just a title. You'll have what you've always wanted—real power, real influence. We won't need to bow to Liana or any other Alpha."
Aligning with Blaze? That was dangerous ground. He knew Blaze's reputation—ruthless, cunning, willing to tear apart anything in his path to get what he wanted.
