Alpha Xander
Preparations for the upcoming realm meeting—which was being hosted by Crimson Crest—were squeezing every one of my brain cells. It had been several years since we hosted and the timing was far from perfect. Between dealing with Theo, convincing Ilona, tolerating Gamma Greyson, it was hard to concentrate on.
Yet, I was certain that it could prove to be useful in further establishing my right over Crimson Crest. Years had gone by and I still didn’t have the majority support of the realm leaders, particularly Axirona. You would think that your own in-laws would support you, but no. They were still foolishly loyal to Alpha Tyrell and believed that I was not the right choice as his successor.
“They’re just a bunch of weak witches and wolves! Forget about them, Xander!
