Henry swaggered through the packhouse, already deciding which p***y would end up in his bed tonight. Almost eight years had passed since Midas and Leo left for the Alpha King’s territory for the Academy. Without their suffocating shadows constantly looming over him, Henry climbed the warrior ranks in every dirty way imaginable. Being an orphan taught him early that nobody handed out power for free. If he wanted something, he took it.
Now he was no longer the forgotten third wheel trailing behind the future Alpha and Beta. He was next in line to become the Head Warrior, or so he thought.
Henry nodded toward several younger warriors as he climbed the stairs, smirking slightly at the eager respect they showed him. Most of them liked the benefits that came with staying on his good side. Ea
