In Callum’s opinion, being Alpha is an absolute drag. Sure, he inherited his father’s position; which comes with wealth, power, fame amongst allied packs, and not to mention the family business. But he cannot stand-for the life of him-all the goddamn suckups and ass-kissers. Especially the females.

It was rumored that the second-most prestigious family in the country had an heir without a wolf—essentially making them human. As King, Callum held humans without any regard whatsoever. In his eyes, they were nothing more than annoyances. During a visit to said family’s estate, something hit Callum like a bullet to the chest; a scent so intoxicating, it would have made any grown man blush like a hormonal teenager.

“Bertram…d’you smell that?” he smacked his Beta’s arm to get his attention, his eyes scanning the surrounding area like a thirsty animal.

“Oi, smell what?” Bertram asked with a quizzical expression. Everything, to him, smelled the same.