Alpha Conrad leaned back in his executive chair, the glass walls of Bradley Industries offering nothingbut a sweeping view of the city. His phone was pressed to his ear, and even without the speaker on, his mother’s voice was loud enough to bother the quiet of his office. 

"Conrad, we have been over this," his Mother said, her tone brooking no argument. "The Pack Eldersare whispering. They are looking at the stability of the Bradley pack bloodline." 

"I am not ready to discuss pack bonds, Mother," Conrad snapped, rubbing his temple. The headachefrom the morning had subsided into a dull throb. "They are not my priority right now. I have...