El Lider Que No Tenia Cargo Novels & Stories

"Is there anyone leading with Carter, like an assistant, I mean asides you?" "There's no one else. Well, there's Colton, he's the leader of the Pack fighters." I nodded my head. "Can I see him?" "Why? Is there a problem?" He asked. I felt the need to see him all of a sudden. "Not really, I just feel the need to see him."

Participation would be mandatory, limited, and documented. Silence followed as the idea landed. “That’s… unconventional,” someone said carefully. “Yes,” I replied. “That’s why it might work.” “But who leads it?” another asked. I smiled. “No one.” That caused an actual stir. “Responsibility isn’t leadership,” I continued. “It’s obligation. The moment it becomes desirable, it stops being honest.” Warren leaned forward, unable to help himself. “Also, if no one’s in charge, no one gets blamed exclusively, which is frankly terrifying for all of you.”

“Two deer. One rabbit.” “Divide evenly,” I replied. “Injured first.” He nodded quickly before turning back toward the others. Mira watched the exchange carefully. “You never raise your voice,” she said. “Why would I?” “Most leaders do.” “I’m not a leader.” Mira snorted. “You keep saying that.” Because it was true. I wasn’t their Alpha. I had no claim over them. No title. No authority except the one they decided to give. And titles had already cost me enough.

They called him "The Supreme Leader" The young man himself was not a part of the four, yet he was a team leader, who managed every works conducted by the other members. It was the sole reason why he was able to communicate with the chairman, who truly was only a representative of the true power, whose identity he had no clue of. For twenty minutes, they had a conversation regarding their next plan. That day would be his most glorious day yet. For someone who was still twenty-five years old. He was entrusted such great responsibility from the person he looked up the most.

They were humbled by their role in this journey, awed by the trust and faith the community had placed in them. Yet, amidst their accomplishments, Aric and Kaida understood the importance of remaining grounded. They knew that leadership was not about power, but about service. It was about listening to the needs of their community, fostering an environment where every voice was heard, and ensuring that every decision was made with the best interests of Emeridia and its people at heart. They knew that to lead was to serve, and they embraced this responsibility with open hearts.

As days went by, the once united packs in Tribiano felt a rift forming in their connections. With Alex now leading the three packs, a sense of discomfort spread throughout the territory. While Alex was fierce and skilled in battle, he lacked the wisdom and calm leadership that Magnus had shown over the years. Rumors circulated among the pack members, questioning Alex's ability to lead. Some fighters resented him, while others sympathized with his struggle to step into a role too big for him. Despite their uncertainties, the hierarchy was clear—Alex was now the leader, and even with their doubts, the pack members had no option but to follow him.

" So also just spear it out before I" " Okay no need to be so touchy. Anyway, this person is substantially the leader of an organisation like ours, right?" I had to force myself to nod my head when he awaited for me to respond to him. " So, who do we know who knows all these leaders like the reverse of their hand? Who is been involved with nearly every single bone ? Who can not keep their nose out of shit that does not involve them?" When I just shook my head giving him a blank regard he let out some kind of evil laugh as he stood to his bases.

I took a breath, straightened my coat, and let the mask slide back into place. “You think last night was a mistake, or something I planned,” I said, pacing slowly around the table. “You think chaos makes me weak. But while you sat here debating, I was pulling people out of burning corridors. I was putting out fires, literal and otherwise.” “I have one question though.” I stopped behind the Sorin's chair. “Where was your leader?” No answer. Just like I expected. “Nowhere,” I continued. “Not in the smoke, not in the screams. The people didn’t see the council saving them. They saw me, men and my men.”

But now… things have indeed changed now that he took over the throne. Primo knew it. He had long known that he hadn't gained their trust yet just as much as they gave to the previous boss–which he thought was valid. Although he had once believed that he already showcased his capability to lead, he knew that it’s impossible to reach his capabilities to all of them.

Any change in their leadership could spell trouble for all of us. "I thought Damos Moreno was still in charge," my father said carefully. "He was. Until last month." Miguel's smile was sharp. "It seems his son has finally stepped out of the shadows. Luciano Moreno, you might remember him. He's been preparing for this moment for years." The conversation around the table had quieted, all attention focused on his words. Even the servants seemed to fade into the background, sensing the importance of what was being discussed. "What changed?" I asked, though part of me already knew I wouldn't like the answer.