“Were you planning on inviting me or were you just going to leave me out?”

Aidan raised his head to look at his mother and his face became a mask of discomfort. Coming home after his father’s death had been difficult, but Erea not showing a single sign of feeling sorry for it had made him question his whole life entirely.

Her only insistence was that he ascend to the lycan throne, crown himself as the new king, and wage a new war for control that Aidan neither wanted nor needed; so arguments with her were the order of the day.

The only reason he had returned to the royal house was because, however much he disliked it, the name Casthiel was still powerful regardless of his father’s death, and he hoped he could use it to influence the Alphas of America.

“No, I wasn’t planning on inviting you, and I would definitely prefer that you not participate,” he stated with determination.

“Well, whether you like it or not, I’m still the queen, so everything is done with my approval, or it’s not,”