Xavier
My estate was quiet above ground but underground was where the real work happened. The strategy room, they called it. Walls lined with old maps, seals, and shelves stuffed with decades of records.
I stared at the centerpiece. Every folder, chart, and seal on this table could decide my future or ruin it.
In less than two weeks, I would be crowned Regional Alpha.
And the vultures were circling.
Our world ran on a hierarchy as old as the bloodlines that shaped it. Continental Alphas sat at the top. Then came National Alphas, controlling wide territories across borders. Regional Alphas like the one I was becoming handled the chaos within specific districts, answering to the nationals and leading the provincials, who in turn governed tribe-level packs.
To rise this high before the
