*Scott's POV*

I sat upon my throne, my frustration brewing within me like a tempest waiting to be unleashed. The weight of my crown pressed upon my brow, a constant reminder of the responsibility I carried as the ruler of our Lycan clan. Storm, my mate and queen, had been adamantly refusing my request, and it irked me to no end. All I desired was a son, an heir to carry on my legacy and ensure the prosperity of our kind.

Why was Storm so stubborn? I couldn't comprehend her resistance to my wishes. I had tried to be patient and make her see reasons, but I'm done. I will...