Third pov
Alaric sat at his desk, meticulously reviewing reports and handling the day-to-day affairs of his pack. It was tedious work, but as Alpha, he knew it was his duty to ensure everything ran smoothly.
Just as he was about to sign off on a new trading agreement, the door to his office burst open. Alaric’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing red with annoyance.
“What the heck is that for?” he questioned with a growl, glaring at his beta, Dave, for the intrusion.
Dave bowed his head apologetically. “Alpha, I’m sorry. But Alpha Patrick is here to see you.”
Alaric rose from his chair, a sense of unease settling in his gut. “What did you just say? Alpha Patrick is here?”
Dave nodded. “Yes, Alpha. He’s in the pack hall.”
Alaric slammed his hand on the desk, anger radiating from him.
