Blocking the Blade

[Anton's P.O.V.]

These words undoubtedly made my father fly into a rage, but so what? Over the years, I had fought with him more than once or twice. I only knew that I didn't like being controlled, so I couldn't force myself to obey.

"Anton!" My father was so angry that his chest kept rising and falling. His eyes looked so angry that it was as if they were about to devour me alive. Yet, I remained unmoved. "You're an Alpha of Dark Nigh Pack. Don't you even care about the well-being of the pack?!"

I sneered. Seeing that persuasion was ineffective against me, he was going to use the well-being of the pack against me? It wasn't that I didn't have a mate. It was just that it was only a matter of time before she appeared.

I looked at my father and lowered my head to continue working. "My heir must be the child of me and my mate, so you should scrap your plans. Unless you were also someone who found a random person to mate with and make me."