Alpha Elijah

Elijah P.O.V.

I’ve been working on pack business as well as the family business. I have missed a lot of paperwork because my parents thought it was more important for me to attend tedious parties and balls with self-centered Alphas’s daughters. Goodness me. If I have to look at one more entitled, snobbish and boring Alpha’s daughter, who can’t talk about anything other than themselves, fashion or make up, I am going to die a slow death or boredom.

Knock, knock, knock.

I know that knock. Mother.

“Enter.” I say, gritting my teeth for her nagging attitude regarding my lack of a Luna.

“Elijah, what are you doing?” I raise an eyebrow at her question, finding it rather obvious what I am doing.

“What does it look like, mother?” She scuffs. Thalia Jackson, my esteemed mother, seemingly does not find my sense of dry humor amusing today. My father is Desmond Jackson, and his grandfather founded Jewel City and our pack; the Jewel Pack. He worked hard in the real estate business, and i