Nathan's POV
Klaus's voice aged and desolate as he spoke of his eldest son. It even led me to believe that this cold-blooded and ruthless Alpha still retained a shred of humanity. But in the next moment, his enraged tone instantly shattered the illusion of warmth he had briefly displayed.
"So, Nathan, do you now realize what you missed this time? It's not just an opportunity to eliminate obstacles completely! This is a perfect chance for revenge! That man caused the death of your brother!!"
Klaus, with a heavy heart, pounded his cane, making a resounding echo against the unyielding ground before me. However, I lowered my head further, attempting to conceal the smirk and resentment that I couldn't hide.
Brother? How laughable—
We are sons of Klaus, yet why could Michael live in The Blue Blood Pack's territory, learning the arts of combat and leadership from an early age, groomed as the heir, while I was sent away with servants to live a miserable life in another country?