Alpha Ralph’s POV.
The wind blew heavily in my face, making me hate the fact that I had to come out this early. I would have stayed back in the pack house, being cuddled up with Octavia. But here I am, going to the outskirt of the pack to check the correctional center because according to Beta Floyd, I have to show the rest of the overseers that I am still the Alpha they know of, the one that was just crowned the Alpha of Alphas at the age of twenty.
A hiss left my lips when I could see the buildings of the correctional center from I stood yet it was far from there. To be honest, I deeply hate myself and Floyd for suggesting something like early in the morning. Maybe I wouldn’t have been bothered if it was in the morning. “Let’s go.” Beta Floyd urged.
“You know you are a bastard right?
