Ragnar's POV
Heavy and drunk with anger and despair, I entered my house. The elders had unseated me as the Alpha and bestowed the position on Drogan, the former Beta. The betrayal was a bitter taste that made everything toxic for me, and I wanted to see the pack fail and suffer for their misconduct.
When I entered the mansion, my wife Nyxen rushed towards me with a worried and puzzled look.
"What am I hearing, Ragnar?" she asked, shaking her voice.
My stomach churned, and I had to take a deep breath to calm myself.
"Relax, Nyxen. The elders have no idea what they are doing. They have weakened us further by giving Drogan the Alpha title. We must deal with him. Just like Isadora"
Nyxen's eyes opened wide in disbelief, and she visibly blanched.
"Why would you say such a
