The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

Alpha Toot’s POV

I took a sip of my wine as I rested my gaze on the flowers that were before the safari. It was a beautiful set of flowers that was planted because my late wife wanted it. She said they were beautiful, and until today I have not seen what she saw in them that made her want to keep it. However, even after her death, I have refused to take it off the ground and out of this garden because there was no use in doing that.

Since I was used to its presence, I would have embraced the new look if I had changed or replaced it, but I decided to let it stay the way it was. Just as I raised my cup to take another sip, I heard Grey’s voice. “You sent for me,” he said, and I turned my head to look at him.

My eyes moved from his head to his toes. He was putting on a simple t-shirt that I had seen him put on for the past five to six years. He had on jean shorts with low slippers blocking his feet and the ground he stood on. I could not imagine that I was looking at someone I was meant to call my blood.

I still remember today my late wife informed me of her pregnancy. She was very excited about the news. I was happy, yes, but I was only going to be happy once I knew it was going to be a boy. I needed no weak wolf.

Months later, the scan was done, and it was a boy. It was then I was happy but did not show it. I was an Alpha. Emotions weren’t something you could really display because it made us weak. That was the reason why I did not want a girl to be my heir. She would bring down all the things I had worked so hard for over the years, and I did not want that.

However, who could have thought that the very person who was meant to make me feel proud and happy was going to be so stupid? Grey was my first and only son. From the moment he was three years old, I began teaching him everything he needed to know so he would be a powerful Alpha even more than I was.

It was all I thought about from the moment I knew he was in his mother’s womb. Since he was three, he’s been hanging out in the throne room during my meetings and executions. Over the years, I conquered more and more packs. I stopped after I had established something similar to Alpha Caramel’s pack.

Alpha Caramel’s pack was larger than any other, and even after conquering small packs, I still was not able to meet the size of his Pack. My thought was that Grey would do just that when he gets into power, but he was nothing but a coward.

Just before I could crown him my heir, I asked him to tell me what he had planned for the pack. The surprise to hear that my son wanted to free the people whom we had captured and make everyone happy was something I did not expect. Free them for what? They belonged to us, and I had already initiated them. I told him this, and the only thing he could think about was that he would make them happy in the pack as an apology.

I was so angry I instructed that he was locked up to regain his senses because he had lost them. The problem was that even after staying in the dungeons for three days, his senses refused to return to him. In fact, he became worse. To my face, he told me that he hated everything that I had done, and wanted to reverse it once he became Alpha.

He told me I was cruel, and power hungry, and that a few people in the pack hated me. I did not care if those people hated me or not. They could not pull me out of the throne except most of the people decided to do so.

That could not happen because I have successfully manipulated them right from the moment I became Alpha of the pack. Grey was a boy I thought of doing great things with and teaching my ways, but instead, he chose to go against me. Now he was a nobody living in the mansion. What made me angry was that he was not ashamed of it. He has been given years, and he is still the same.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“Sit,” I instructed, and he reluctantly took the seat across from me. I took a sip of my wine before I proceeded with why he was here. “What were you discussing with Lavender?” I asked, and the side of his lips curved up. He looked so much like me, but behaved like a fool.

“She is my stepsister. Am I prohibited from speaking with her now?” he asked with a sharp gaze on me.

It was the same as what I had taught him, and even better, but he chose to use it on me instead of our enemies. “You two were speaking in codes, and I do not like codes,” I said.

The maids that were sent to take care of Lavender were meant to report to me everything that happened during the duration of their work with her. Since she came, nothing too extraordinary except because she wanted something different, which was definitely not granted to her.

But today, I received something different, and it involved Grey. I did not know what they meant, and I wanted to know it. Grey was against a lot of my actions, and worse, he knew everything I had done in secret and openly. I did not want him to tell Lavender anything that would make her have the upper hand against me. I would end both of them if need be.

“I was not speaking in code. It is not my fault that you are too old to comprehend simple English,” he said.

Those words of his made me very angry, and I wanted to punish him for it. The only problem was that he was too stubborn. Locking him in the dungeons, starving him, making the servants not regard him as royalty. I did all of this, but he was still adamant. I thought of throwing him out, but that would be a mistake on my end because he could discuss with one or two of my enemies, revealing my secrets, and that would not be good.

Killing him was out of the question as he was my son, and I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he would get out of this phase. “Are the maids also old?” I asked, and he shrugged.

“You may have influenced them,” he said. “I always knew it was useless talking to you,” I said, and he chuckled.

“Then why did you send for me?” he said in an attempt to make me angry. I wanted to say more to him, but Finn rushed in. He glanced at Grey, and I waved my hand at him, dismissing him. He wasted no time in leaving, and I turned to Finn.

“What is it?” I took another sip of my wine. Finn placed the envelope he held on the table, then slid it before me.

“We got a response,” he replied.