Alpha Kabir Pov I sat at the head of the conference table, my fingers resting lightly against the armrest of my chair as I listened to the reports. The atmosphere inside the pack office was solemn. Jude sat on my right. He had only returned yesterday after spending weeks in the Southern Pack—or what was now part of my territory. I had let him stay there personally after the war. The former Alpha was dead, but the pack itself still needed leadership and order. I had no interest in slaughtering everyone. The strong took what they wanted, but that didn’t mean destroying useful people. The warriors, pack members and elders who remained had been allowed to continue managing the territory as long as they submitted. And they had submitted. They knew better. Beside Jude sat Benson, who looked as if he could fall asleep at any second. The three remaining seats were occupied by the heads of finance, labor, and security. Everyone was quiet as Jude finished explaining his findings. “Alpha,
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