“Four nights,” Ace’s mother commented as soon as he returned inside the house. “Four nights in a row without frolicking around with those lowly omegas. I’m impressed.”
The way she said it made Ace scowl in disgust. It felt like he was praising him for having achieved a great purpose in his life. Like he’d won a battle against the enemy. He was not interested in his mother’s pettiness. His head was still reeling after the conversation with Theia.
She was right – he had shrunk from his responsibility long enough. As an alpha, the onus was on him to see that his subordinates were well-protected. And what had he done? He’d misused his powers and strengths to belittle the lower ranks instead of helping them.
Forget Bluebell, she had been the unlucky recipient of his resentment against his
