My useless son should be dead.
Then I wouldn't have such a headache.
I should have left him in the pit of ignorance I threw him in since he was 10. He was doing good at staying quiet and unremarkable.
Maybe I could have secured him a marriage after all. Lucrezia's heir was interested.
Or just let him be a toy for some sick daddy's boy of my partners.
Yet, I wanted to be a good father. Save what I could from the trash he is.
Throw, recycle, reuse.
If he was an alpha, no matter how stupid he is, he could be sold off. Respected. A good enough puppet.
It's not like he had all that much on his own.
Sure, he entered the Parliament at the youngest age in history- 21.
But he wears my last name. His accomplishment is nothing but a consequence of my legacy.
So, when Claus came to my office and told me he knew a guy who could fix Luther-
Make him an alpha-
I jumped at that chance.
Finally, my son could be useful. And right on time.
