After Hebert's speech, which was nothing short of thunder shaking the room, I easily secured full control over the massive Southern Aid Project. Those arrogant Alphas, even though clearly unwilling, had no choice but to sign the joint agreement under the sheer dominance of the Bloodmoon Pack's power.
This should've been an incredibly glorious victory, and holding that weighty authorization document in my hands did fill me with a kind of joy I'd never experienced before. It wasn't the fleeting happiness from playing or shopping—it was the genuine thrill of gaining recognition and authority, of finally being seen as someone who mattered.
But along with the excitement came a constant undercurrent of unease. I'd never done anything like this before. It felt like being a baby taking its
