He never intended to divide us.

It was all just a clever move on his part. To discipline me, to drive me, to make me submissive.

"If we are the strongest Alphas anyway, then we are in no hurry. You ruled the first few years without Luna," Blake pointed out, earning a sharp look from our father.

Roland rose lightly and strode over to the portrait of his father, which hung on the wall above a small, dark sideboard next to my desk. He looked at it thoughtfully for a moment.

Then he turned to us and looked at us with the sternness of a father who had a vision...