"Is that why you brought me here?" Vilhelm asked darkly as he stared hard at the Alpha King.
"Wouldn't you say you're acting out for someone who isn't really your daughter?"
"Acting out? Are you listening to yourself, brother? I raised her. She is my daughter. I am not acting enough and you're the reason my hands are tied."
"Isn't she a peasant, Vilhelm? An orphan from the same place the Alpha you refuse to accept came from. Tell me, Vilhelm, what makes them different?"
"Never compare my daughter to those vermin in the mines!" His eyes blazed as he stared at the Alpha King.
Vaughn didn't quite buy his act. Vilhelm was by no means a devoted father—Maelle was enough proof of that. Yet, he was willing to accept and fight for Maya despite her roots.
"I am merely saying."
"You're investigating me, brother," Vilhelm said calmly; he seemed to have overcome his outburst. "I do not appreciate that. Not a lot of people know her roots. It's not an answer you would have found so easily."
