THIRD POV
"I still think it's best we sell it, Dad. You see how large it is? It's big enough to build an entire pack of its own. Just imagine the amount of money we can make from selling it," Martin said to his father as the alpha family sat down for breakfast, but Alpha Rafael immediately shook his head in disagreement.
"That will not be happening on my watch, Martin. Do you have any idea what I went through, the tricks I had to pull to get that land out of Ulric? The land stays, Martin. Nobody's selling it," Alpha Rafael said, glaring at his son across the breakfast table as he issued the order, causing the younger alpha to roll his eyes at his father's stubbornness.
Martin would never understand how hardheaded his father could get sometimes. For goodness' sake, it's not like the land
