Chapter 77: Dangerous Declarations
(Scarlett's POV)
"You think you can ignore pack hierarchy just because you have a little power now?" he snapped, his voice trembling with frustration.
I raised an eyebrow at his words and gave him a slow, mocking smile. "Hierarchy? You mean the one where the future Alpha can't even keep his own pack from begging for supplies? That hierarchy?"
His jaw tightened, and his fists curled at his sides. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, come on," I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "You know exactly what I’m talking about. Your pack is bleeding resources dry, and now you're all but crawling to my healing center for the scraps you desperately need to keep Grace alive."
Alexander’s face paled for a moment before he gritted his teeth, trying to mask
