---- The papers were thick, official. Billions in assets, territories, business holdings. All that would remain for Garrett was a villa and an idle position at the Pack House office. "Take it all," the old Alpha gasped. "You earned it with your suffering. You paid for it with your blood." I stared at the contract. This was more wealth than I could spend in ten lifetimes. More power than most wolves could dream of. I shook my head with a light laugh. "Grandfather, this responsibility is too great. I can't shoulder it." "More importantly, I've already wasted seven years of my life on Garrett. For the rest of my days, I only want to live for myself. I never want to have any connection with him again." ---- The old Alpha's face crumpled. His last card had been played and rejected. The old Alpha truly loved this grandson to the extreme. Even on his deathbed, he was still thinking of paving the way for him. Even if it meant sacrificing someone else's life, he didn't care. But the current me wouldn't fall for Garrett's sweet words. Nor would I be confused by the old Alpha's sugar- coated bullets. Thad finally understood completely that fate's gifts always came with a price tag attached. "Please," the old Alpha wheezed. "He'll have nothing. He can't manage alone. He's weak, broken ---- "Then let him learn strength through hardship," I said firmly. Seeing my determination, the old Alpha began coughing violently. Blood spattered his lips. The monitors began beeping frantically. Garrett's emotions were also agitated. He looked at me with red eyes, wanting to speak, but the old Alpha waved his hand to stop him. "Don't... don't beg her," the old man gasped. " You... you have no right." I bowed to him, unwilling to stay longer. The smell of medicine and death was suffocating. Ineeded fresh air. As I reached the door, I heard the old Alpha's helpless and heartbroken scolding.