ROMAN.
“Mick,” Alpha Richard called out.
There was a group of guys near us who were standing around, bullshitting about some party on Friday and how hard they were going to party. A great quality for any Alpha to have was being able to party hard. Cue the sarcasm.
The guys paused mid-sentence and turned their attention to us.
“Mick, this is Regent Alpha Roman and Beta Brock of the Blazing Fire pack,” Alpha Richard introduced us.
It was easy to tell which one was Mick because he looked like his father but also held the same air of arrogance as his father did.
They were the type to believe that they were at the top of the totem pole with everyone – every single person – underneath them.
His eyes assessed me, seeking out weaknesses that he’d never find. Everyone had strengths and
