A few days after Isaac's exile, Vincent and I walked into the Alpha's office.His brother Damian, didn't look up from a mountain of paperwork."I was packing for the Bahamas, you know," he said, his voice flat with annoyance. He jabbed a pen at the stacks of reports. "This was supposed to be your headache now."Vincent leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like you get to keep the Alpha's chair warm a little longer, bro.""Don't 'brother' me," Damian grumbled, finally looking up. His eyes, however, held a weary amusement. "The Council chose you. The pack wants you. The damned chair is yours. Take it."Vincent's smirk softened as he pulled me to his side. His arm wrapped protectively around my waist. "Look at her, Damian. She just spent ten years as the best Head Beta this pack has ever seen. She ran your businesses, managed your defenses, and cleaned up Isaac's messes, all while he played at being Alpha."His gaze met his brother's, unwavering. "She's tired
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