For the second time in years Raze felt raw fear in his existence, the flashes of the hell he went through in the dark cave was no longer a nightmare but a reality that was dancing before his eyes. He didn't want to succumb to anyone's will and become a pauper Alpha. They might dethrone him

If he does cooperate as it's going to be a national order and they might use him as they want to satisfy their selfish desires.

He gritted his teeth so hard and felt anger boiling to the highest point his body could ever tolerate.

What was he going to do, an image of him...