DANTE
My eyes scanned our surroundings. Alpha Dion and who I would presume to be his Beta stood in front of the training field. They were both only wearing basketball shorts. Tattoos covered their bodies, but they did not look tasteful like mine and Kade’s.
Men and women were dressed in workout clothes, listening to the presumed Beta go on and on about the importance of following orders. I could only imagine what the fuck this could apply to – every dirty thing that the Alpha wanted done was to be done. Too many Alphas were like that, and it was disgusting.
“Everyone wants to be at the top,” he said, staring the crowd down, “but not everyone deserves it. You have to fight for what you want or watch someone else rip it from right in front of you.”
He called a man and a woman to the front of the group.
One of them looked like he was built from a fucking mountain, and the female did not look like she was built from even half of what he was. They looked at each other nervously, either
