Alpha Anthony.
Taking a wing of my whiskey, I winced as it passed through my throat. I would never get used to the bitter taste I get, no matter how many times I drink it.
A month ago, everything happened so fast that I couldn’t grasp it. Life hasn’t been better without Beta Michael, but I had never said it.
The new beta I had once gotten only made me regret not sending a bullet through his head the first time he walked through my office door. He was that bad, to the extent that I sent him far away from the pack.
I could say that he had traumatized me in short. The best person that would have taken after Beta Michael is Dan, but given that he isn’t willing to help me and tell me where they are, I would instead let him rot to his death.
It would have been simple for him. He helps and g
