El Lider Que No Tenia Cargo Novels & Stories

His presence now was a beacon of comfort in a time of uncertainty. "You're not alone in this," he continued, his gaze unwavering. "Leadership doesn't mean you carry the entire pack's burden on your shoulders. It means rallying those around you, sharing the load, and finding strength in unity. You've always been a fierce leader, but you're not invincible. Allow those who care about you to lend their support."

Across the dimly lit room, DeLuca’s voice carried with authority. “…This position has been vacant for too long, and we need someone to take over immediately. Without proper leadership, law enforcement issues will keep piling up,” he stated, and the others nodded in agreement. “That’s why I’m volunteering to lead,” Bianchi declared without hesitation. Silence fell in. Vincenzo leaned forward, his tone unwavering. “You know that’s impossible. Anyone who has broken the rules cannot take this position. That’s also in the rules.”

“I sure hope he never has to save my ass again. He’s liable to let the Vampires have me.” As if she’d completely missed the point of Cadence’s humiliation, Janette went back to the original question. “Being the Guardian Leader is a lot of responsibility; that is certain,” She shook her head sympathetically. “Especially now, since there’s no Hunter Leader.” Finally letting the situation with Aaron go for now, Cadence refocused on her grandmother’s words. “I’m sorry—what? Wait. Did you say there is no Hunter Leader?” Again, the three veterans exchanged glances. “That’s right. There hasn’t been one for quite some time. Which has left the Guardian Leader to do the job of both.” Grandma let out a

“He hasn’t held a position of leadership before.” “He’s not experienced in pack politics.” “He doesn’t have the capability required for a Gamma.” The word ‘bastard’ wasn’t spoken aloud by everyone, but it hung heavy in the air, a silent accusation, a mark against him.

"Who double-crossed me, yes? What news do you bring?" "Well, sir...no luck on that front, the men are insisting that the commander be changed," "Hmm..." Salvatore hummed in thought. "Alessio is out of the question, Marco is at the hospital, Arsenio isn't in the Mafia, dad has retired, Piero is off duty, and I don't want to lead this search party." "You take over," The Mafia boss waved dismissively, grunting when he lost his remaining bishop. "M-me?!" Tazio spluttered incoherently.

“Are you interested in telling us the location of your boss or at least a hint?” Danthon chuckled in his reply. “What kind of final boss will say his secret to a mere pawn? I don’t know if you will believe me but I never met our leader.” Unfortunate as it might be, he seemed to be telling the truth. There was no hesitation in his voice. He seemed bitter, even. “So how do you operate if you’ve never met your leader? Don’t tell me you were just blindly following?”

“An heir.” The word didn’t echo. It just dropped. Heavy enough that nobody rushed to fill the silence after it. Another Alpha leaned forward slightly, his expression sharper. “You stand before us as a leader without succession, yet you behave as though that absence carries no consequence.” I held his gaze, unbothered by the tone, waiting. “And yet,” he continued, “you involve yourself recklessly where it does not serve your position.” My jaw tightened slightly at that, just enough to register.

“Indeed. And who you are is a new Alpha. Very new. “Some have said that you’re too new in your position as leader to consider running for the Alpha President position. That it should go to someone with more seniority.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “And if I was an older Alpha, they’d be saying I should leave it to someone younger.” Staring straight into the camera, I said, “I’ll let my record as a leader in this pack stand for itself. Even before I became the Alpha I was a key member of our local government.

"Why is he not with his Great Leader-" The moment he mentioned the Great Leader, some form of intelligence seems to come back to Larkin full force. He gets up from the ground, leaping around and wagging his appendage for everyone to see. But the look on his face remains the same. He still looks like he's deep into despair and he doesn't know what to do about it. "The Great Leader is not what we all think he is," he tells everyone, saying it with the conviction and tone of an announcer. "The Great Leader is messing with our heads!"

Ciro asked getting worried “You did not pay your tax” “Look Shrevolsky, I need you to understand that I am no longer the leader of the elite any longer. My old friend handles the affairs of the family and that includes the business. I don’t wish to be bothered about any breach of failing to pay tax” Ciro explained.