Alpha Mars’s POV (Earlier in the day)
I am still sitting in the Alpha meeting and its already dinner time. Six hours of grown-ass men bitching and moaning about the increase in the number of rogues, but don’t care to give any potential solutions. They look at me as if I am the only one with good ideas. I am not completely arrogant. I take other Alphas’ ideas into consideration. Some have actually been good. But this group of Alphas all share one collective brain cell. If I am going to think for these men, I might as well take over their packs. There is only one man among the 16 Alphas in this room who is even putting in any effort and that’s Alpha Jackson.
“Alpha Mars, all due respect, but if the rogues are not attacking, then why bother with them at all?” Alpha Jackson is the oldest to
