Stronger

Deacon POV:

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The issue came in our distance I had now placed me and my sons on opposite sides of the chess board, and I didn’t know my opponent.

I knew enough to gauge his abilities but I wanted him pinned down, cornered. That was the only way to have a true victory, he wouldn’t try anything if he had no other choice but to lay down and dic.

I thought back to that girl staring at me behind bars, his wife. She was the spitting image of her mother, the same curly brown hair and amber eyes, no doubt the same power lurking inside her Grayson had a throne because of her but it also placed this target on his back. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Once upon a time, I had thought I’d get my power in this world from my wolfsblood and gain prestige through my strength I went after the alpha women of my generation losing out once but winning Amaria. What a foolish mistake that was, it did lead me to realize the confines of the wolf world and how I had to shed my skin and start over if I truly wanted the life I was meant for.

No, I was meant for than the childish confines of honor, honesty, and reliance. Life pulls no punches why should I? Why should I account for every other person’s feelings? What was dependability in a world like this? I had no account to be fair when the world we lived in wasn’t.

She was my son’s weakness that much was obvious but I needed to know all of them, he had his son and an exasperated eye roll escaped me as I could hear him saying to himself how he would be a better father than I ever was. Did he not realize he wouldn’t be the man he was today without me? His people would not love him so if I hadn’t been so grave a monster.

I remember him as a child everything came easy to that boy his strength was unmatched among his peers, and his mind reliably quick for too young an age, and every time he achieved he would look at me always with that face that deep, yearning, begging face to see if I was proud. I remember the day he got his wolf he was a week and ten years old and his wolf came to him he had subdued him overnight not even waking his mother and I, he came to us with such joy on his face. I had grabbed him by his shirt and dropped him onto the floor. Did he not see that it meant nothing? All he had done was prove he had no greater vision for his life, nothing beyond his stupid little world when there was so much more to conquer. My fist clenched at the memory of his tears and his walling. Amaria had screeched like a banshee at my “behavior“. At that point though I had gotten pretty good at tuning out my wife’s self–righteous rants.

I had already been poaching the pack’s money for nearly a year at that point and after I placed my hands on our son my wife wanted me gone so she went snooping. She found the money and drove me out, giving me the perfect exit. I took it and built this empire that will outlast me long after the ground swallows me. If he had been more like me he would inherit this but he’s full of his mother’s delusions. I swallowed and flexed my hands perhaps that was my fault, if I had taken him I could have broken his worldview and widened his perspective,

He was an odd shadow in my life now, it kept repeating to me that I knew him all too well but at the same time I didn’t. This weakness echoed to me endlessly. I needed to know him better, I needed to understand his actions. I needed to see where he would move next to finally cut this loose thread.

Should I do that though? Was there nothing to gain from this? An idea came to me then, one I kept inside but I had to figure out if it was possible,

“Grace,” I pressed the intercom and moments later she came strolling in ready to do my bidding.

“Get Jackson to track down the history of my son, I want to know everything from the moment I left to now, he’ll have to track down what my wife was doing as well so I can figure out how much power they hold. Not to mention a trip to Georgia figuring out what his little woman is like and what her family has and I’m sure it’ll be quite a lot. Remind him that these are wolves and prestigious families to boot so he cannot just go around asking questions they’ll be warned and he’ll be killed. He’ll have to play this one slow and find records and receipts of their lives with almost live. accounts,” I ordered her.

“Sir Jackson’s on a detail already he sent an invoice- I silenced her blathering with one look. I had told her to get my PI so that’s what she had to do.

“Yes, sir, he’ll request more money for the inconvenience what should I allow?” She straightened.

“No more than 500, he’s smart enough to know better,” I turned away from her.

I had that man on retainer and paid him egregious amounts of money to tell me anything I wanted to know about anyone, he was good at blending in and seeming harmless, he was good at appearing trusting like the spider in the web giving the fly a safe place to land. He wouldn’t be able to use his same tricks but I have known him long enough to know he’d find what I need.

It was only a matter of time until the bigger picture appeared when I got it I would be able to go after him with whatever it took to subdue him. If I wanted an easy fight that’s gone, he’s taken this interjection into his life as a deadly offense 1 suppose given his son and his wife are involved I would understand. Still if he would see the story from my point of view he would understand that I had to forgo our separation to protect my interests and now I had To get rid of his looming threat.

“If the subject intervenes what is he to do?” Grace asked me, there was a slight tone to her voice. I sighed deeply she seemed to have some moral compass after all, perhaps it was time to clean house.

“Yes, Grace. He’s to do what he’s done every time, this is an issue that I want dealt with so yes Grace if Jackson is uncovered he is to do what he has always done,” I stated, she could not see the bigger picture or turn a blind eye as I once thought.

“Of course sir,” she flattered in her voice again.

“That’ll be all and take the rest of the day tell Theresa to take over your desk,”

“Mr. Adams that’s unnecessary,” She whined.

“I won’t repeat myself, go.” I asserted and After a pause, I heard her heels scampering off.

How tiring it was to constantly be reminded of my place in this world as one of the lone people to see the mountain we all had to climb and not be distracted upon the way by frivolous and short–lived pleasures. I would find people who for a time and a moment were like me but every single one of them seems to have a line they cannot cross to reach their goals always, always some moral compass appears. No one else had the understanding that I did that it doesn’t matter how good you were the world is still an awful place so you may as well do what it takes.

I will always be the ane to do what it takes, no matter who gets in my way,