Alpha Aaron’s POV
The room was thick with the scent of cigars and bourbon, a testament to the leisurely decadence of the Aristocrats seated around the polished oak table. These men were my equals in rank, but few could match my influence. I leaned back in my chair, drumming my fingers against the glass in my hand as the conversation veered toward business matters.
“The northern packs are requesting additional territory near the trade routes,” Lord Ashworth began, his voice heavy with age but sharp as a blade. “They argue that the current borders are stifling their ability to export resources.”
“They argue too much,” I said flatly, cutting through his words. “The northern packs are always demanding more, yet they contribute the least. Why should we hand over prime territory to a group th
