CHAPTER TEN

Michael's POV

"Your highness, the Desma pack is seeking your acceptance. They want you to get a mate from their pack." Zen informed me. I rolled my eyes.

We were on our way to the Desma pack. If it were left alone for me, I would be somewhere in the house, getting ready to pick Nora and Dylan up from school.

Now I'm going to talk to people who are not too different as lickers. Great. I never visited packs. Hercules, though my brother was also the beta. He did those kinds of jobs in my stead. He took care of the pack while I was on the human side, whenever I wanted to rest.

"A mate?" Hercules exclaimed.

I ran my hands through my hair. These small packs. I am always looking for ways to seek favor from the Faulkners.

"Will you honor it?" Hercules asked as he continued scrolling through his phone. I snorted. He already knew my answer.

"Don't look at me, Herc; this visit was solely your idea. You know I don't do packs."

"Yes, Agnar I said so, but this is the way you would be recognized and