---- blocked Scarlett. He tossed the phone onto the coffee table with a satisfied smile. Then he spread his hands and smiled at his grandfather. "Are you satisfied now?" "J just cut ties with her completely. See how much Tlove Aria?" The old Alpha stared at him in horror. "Alright, have Aria bring the child home with me." Garrett stretched like a cat, completely relaxed. "At worst, I'll promise her I'll come home Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays to spend time with her and the baby." "Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays I'll go out with the guys. Sundays can be family day." ---- He nodded, pleased with his compromise. "See? I'm being very reasonable here. She can't ask for more than that." The old Alpha was infuriated by Garrett's careless attitude. This wasn't compromise. This was continued cruelty disguised as generosity. He was determined to properly discipline this worthless grandson. His vision blurred with rage and grief. But just as he raised his walking stick, he felt dizzy and disoriented. As the pack's Alpha, the old man had led pack warriors in countless battles in his youth. His body already carried old injuries from decades of warfare. ---- Days of shock and exhaustion had completely broken down this aged warrior. The death of his great-grandchild. The loss of Aria. The revelation of his grandson's true nature. It was too much for his failing heart. He clutched his chest and collapsed straight down.