Six

SEBASTIAN’S POV

I fell into step beside Morgan as she led us toward the loading area. James and Seth, one of the inventory wolves, flanked us, both competent in their own right.

Today wasn’t about drills — it was about movement, making sure the supplies leaving for the other packs actually got there intact.

Morgan walked with that same calm precision that always drew attention. Warriors scattered across the yard turned their heads as she passed, posture straightening instinctively, even the younger wolves pausing mid-chase to glance at her. She didn’t command with shouts — she commanded with presence, with the way she carried herself.

I allowed myself a quiet smile. Even after all this time, seeing her in action, fully in control, still warmed me. She’d built this pack, guiding others, protecting the vulnerable, keeping order in a world that had nearly forgotten the meaning of the word. And she did it all without losing herself to the role.

A few of the elders were already inspecting the crates, slowly checking inventory lists.

Morgan paused beside one of them, kneeling slightly to adjust a sack of medical supplies. Her hands were gentle, her voice soft as she reassured the elder that everything would get where it needed to go. Even in the middle of the chaos, she never forgot the people who relied on her.

“You’ll want to double-check these,” she murmured, her tone almost maternal, “fragile contents, and the paths might get tricky with rogue patrols near sector nine. I’ve already sent word for extra shadows along the route.”

The elder nodded, gratitude clear in his eyes.

Morgan didn’t linger long. She had packs to protect, shipments to secure, and lives to manage.

Morgan’s eyes flicked to the small pups darting between crates and carts, weaving in and out of the shadows cast by stacked supplies. Her jaw softened slightly. “What do you think you're doing running around here little ones”

They all stopped and almost stood to attention. She knelt down staring at them unreadable. “I have a mission for you"

They bounce around excited "Yes Alpha!"

She whispers to them all & they squeal & bolt off towards the pack house.

James, silent and measured as ever, stepped beside us, scanning the yard, his gaze precise and unyielding. Even he paused, just for a moment, to watch her interaction. “Where did you send them Boss?"

She smirks. "I felt like Kieran could use some laughs after this mornings little... revelation about his reading habits"

James stifled a laugh.

"Does he seriously read dark romance?"

"I've caught him once or twice in the lounge yeah... its literature he says," I laugh.

“Alright,” Morgan said, straightening and turning her piercing blue eyes toward us, “let’s finalise the deliveries. James, shadows on route, check all access points. Seth, oversee the loading. I want these crates intact, on schedule, and no surprises.”

James gave a small nod, voice clipped, “Everything will be secure.” His eyes flicked toward me for a brief second, calm and confident.

Seth grinned, already barking orders to the enforcers moving carts. “Got it, boss”

Morgan fell into a steady rhythm as we moved with the pack, checking crates, confirming inventories. She offered a soft word of encouragement here, a sharp instruction there, always measured, always in control. This wasn't the way in my families pack. Female Alpha’s were not accepted in our old ways. They were Luna's. Mothers & caregivers. But as an only child, Morgan embodied this & the role of a traditional Alpha.

I caught her gaze briefly. Our connection was quiet, almost imperceptible — a small touch of understanding as we moved past the same crate. No words were needed. The world could be falling apart, rogues circling, humans untrustworthy, but right here, right now, we were aligned. Partners in everything.

By the time the crates were ready to roll, inspections complete, shadows in place, and the pack’s younger members corralled safely, Morgan gave a satisfied nod. “Keep it clean, keep it smooth. And report anything out of place immediately.”

I allowed a slow exhale, letting her rhythm set mine. Calm, precise, in control. This was her domain, her pack, her Syndicate.

And I was right where I belonged, moving with her, steady, grounded, ready for whatever came next.

Because with Morgan, even the chaos felt ordered