Arkai had led a straight life.
He would swear it on his mother's grave, and meant it, that he was an honorable and principled man.
While other alphas reveled in their baser instincts, he had mastered his. He had restrained his own beastly desire, the primal hunger, the territorial rage, the raw, possessive lust of his lineage more times than the average beast had even felt such urges.
Of course, there was a reason he had the right to say this about himself.
The living, breathing proof was named Rinne.
"Step-Brother… I'm sorry…"
His mother, Belinda Zayra, a woman of the same fierce stock as Anton's mother, her sister Bertha, had been strength incarnate. Until a plague took her. His father, August Dawnoro, wore his grief like a second pelt for a decade before remarrying a widowed female wolf named Ines.
Ines brought a daughter from her first union.
Sienna.
"Step-Brother… I love you…"
