LUCEN'S POVThe bass was a physical thing, it was the sound of power, of decadence, of our world. Here, in the gilded cage of "The Howl's” VIP room, being an Alpha wasn’t just a biological roll of the dice; it was divinity.We were the gods of this small, sweating universe, and the air was thick with the incense of our reign... cash, expensive alcohol, the glint of gold, and the cloying, desperate sweetness of omega pheromones.I leaned back into the plush velvet of the booth, letting the noise wash over me. Drake, Caden, and Zoren were with me, my inner circle, their laughter a familiar counterpoint to the throb of the music. We were telling stories, our voices low and conspiratorial, recounting the day’s business victories and petty conquests.Drake, ever the social butterfly, had brought two others. Cole and Dylan. I didn’t know them well, just that they were lesser Alphas trying to claw their way up, their status telegraphed by the way they were already buried under a pile of name
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