Mated To The Alpha Brothers My Bullies
Ross may be a skilled warrior, but as an illegitimate child, he'll never be the Gamma of this pack.
I took a deep breath, composing myself. "Is everything ready?" I asked, my voice firm.
The warriors nodded in unison. I gave them a stern look. "Good. Remember, rule number one: show no mercy. Don't spare anyone."
"Yes, Alpha!" they chorused, their voices echoing through the room.
I donned my warrior attire, a sleek black leather tunic adorned with intricate silver embroidery, representing our pack's emblem.
As I emerged, the warriors erupted into a chant, their voices thundering in unison: "All hail Lord Richard! All hail Lord Richard!"
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