Chapter 72: Pack Politics
(Alexander's POV)
The late-night silence of the Stone Pack headquarters was almost suffocating. The weight of my father’s presence pressed down on me as I moved toward the entrance hall, his sharp voice slicing through the still air.
“Alexander,” he barked, his tone already laced with displeasure. “It’s late. Where are you going?”
I paused mid-step, fists clenching at my sides. I didn’t turn to face him, knowing full well the storm brewing in his expression. “To review territory border documents,” I replied curtly, keeping my tone as even as possible.
“Now? At this hour?” His steps echoed through the hall as he approached me, his voice heavy with disapproval. “This is your home. Your priority is here, with your pack—not running off in the middle of the n
