Alpha Grayson
I stepped onto the viewing platform overlooking the arena and looked down at the Omegas the warriors had rounded up the night before.
They looked very different in daylight.
Last night, they had been loud.
Carefree.
Drunk enough to believe themselves untouchable.
This morning, they were terrified.
Good.
They should be.
For weeks, I had noticed alcohol disappearing from my private stores. At first, I had assumed it was an accounting error.
Then the warriors started reporting parties.
Whispers.
Groups of Omegas disappearing into the woods.
Laughter carrying through the trees late at night.
When the warriors finally discovered them preparing a party in the middle of the forest, everything fell into place.
The thieves had been found.
And now they were going to lea
