Alas he had to be correct and so Einarr would wait for the words that were destined to come. Valentine had a right, and a duty, to play the part of alpha of his pack. His words were not wrong, nor were they disputable. Einarr had indeed jumped to his mother’s defense when she attacked his alpha, undermining Valen’s authority and putting the question of his own loyalty on the line. Einarr would breathe out a soft sigh. On the outside he looked fine, an eerie state of calm, but on the inside he was mentally seething beneath the surface.
“You are not wrong, Rex.” His words came out in that same eerie calm manner, and he allowed his gaze to be fixed upon the alpha. “It’s a shame things have to be this way. I could give two shits about the pack my mother is in, or even my stepfather for the most part, but my loyalty to her will not be swayed.” The brute would pause for but a moment. “She has sacrificed for me my whole life, Rex. She has a loyalty unlike any other, and a fighting spirit of one who refuses to stay down, even when they know they are at a lost cause. I’m sorry to say, but my love for her is more than it is for you.” Einarr would not move.
“But I’m no fool either. I understand that you are indeed the leader of Imperium, and that my actions shall be punished. You will do what you must for the sake of your pack, and I would expect no different. Do what you will, Valentine. I will not hold it against you.” The man’s red-violet gaze would not break from soft blue hues of his alpha. Whatever came his way, whatever punishment, he was ready to accept it.
