Leaders Eat Last Novels & Stories

they incline their heads when we get to them and the host waves his hand to welcome us in. “by now, you all know that our fathers, the alphas of the pack, are dead,” Dean speaks when we are all seated at the table, our eats at the head of the table. there is an open chair to my side and the other side too. For Landon and Kyle. I see some of the leaders, the twelve leaders looking at them and then whisper something to the one close to them but I look at them, making them stop the whispering and straighten to look forward at Dean.

Blood Lake’s leadership, and their families, were also seated at the table in order of rank. The only person missing was Mick. Was he still pissy about earlier? The rest of the pack members who came into the dining room were lined up to get their own food from the buffet-style setup. Omegas pushed food carts out to our table. I was flabbergasted that leadership insisted on being served while the rest of their pack served themselves. They were more than capable of waiting in line and carrying their own plates. What kind of precedent did that set? The fact that they felt superior.

"You said the same thing after the race before that." With every word Luca spoke, Kael's face became darker. "And now you're saying it again." Luca tilted his head slightly. "Tell me, Kael." His eyes became sharp. "How many times do I need to beat you before you accept reality?" Deafening silence echoed all over. Nobody dared breathe too loudly. Because everyone knew Luca wasn't merely talking about racing. He was talking about leadership. Territory, power, and status. Kael's face twisted.

Grandpa Jerome said with a mocking raise of his eyebrows. Andy was embarrassed and he pulled Lilian's hand. "Shut up!" Grandpa Jerome stared at Andy and Lilian. "If you object to Leon joining the competition I'm going to hold, then I will immediately crown Nicholas as my CEO and main heir." "N-no, Dad, Leon will join," Nicholas said quickly. He squeezed Lilian's hand tightly, preventing his wife from saying anything else. "Leon also has the ability as a leader and deserves to be considered as a candidate for the company's leader."

I want to know right away if anything seems off. He paused briefly. "Is anything wrong?" "Not yet." "Awareness stops surprises," I replied. He nodded. “I see.” "Good, keep this conversation just between us." He left shortly afterward and I kept on strolling. The pack grounds were still silent, the type of quiet that allowed little noises to travel far. The wind rustled across the open ground and distant patrol steps echoed softly from the trees. I paused beneath the moon and scanned the terrain. Many thought birth set leadership. Those titles moved from father to son naturally and without a break. History, however, had shown otherwise. Power always drifted toward the one ready to be accounta

I stated truly as I stood in front of them. "It is more important than us." General Anderson was exasperated. "I'm afraid so," I bluntly said. I went to the minibar to get something to drink, then returned to the table and sat casually on the chair. "Junior is now El Latro's leader. Please understand that he has a lot of things to consider in the organization. In my defense, Grand stated, "He has a lot on his plate right now and more important issues to attend to." He is the former leader; therefore, I'm sure he understands what I'm going through.

This wasn’t a discussion, it was an ambush. “I see,” she said coolly. “And tell me, Uncle, who are these ‘many’ that question my leadership?” Her gaze flicked across the table, watching the guilty shift uncomfortably in their seats. David smirked. “Those of us who have been here long enough to understand what it takes to run a billion-dollar enterprise.”

Elder Bragg’s wife preened under the compliment while Bragg himself gave me that political smile of his. “I thank you, Lord z Darius,” he said smoothly. “Your words honor the Council.” “Oh, I’m only speaking the truth,” I said, pacing leisurely round the table. “You’ve reminded us of something very crucial tonight that we had probably forgotten, that true leadership is not about brute strength. No it goes way beyond that, more than a flashy aura or an impulsive show of power. My little brother…” I let the word "han in the room, “believes that dominance alone can keep this pack loyal. But maybe so… maybe he’s right but even so he still manages to do it the wrong way.”

“It’s over for today.” Alessandro murmured beside me, “Guess we’re business partners now.” I chuckled. “Seems like it.” The rep straightened. “By majority share, leadership remains under Micah Duvall.” Applause broke out on one side of the room; mutters filled the other. As people rose from their seats, Alessandro whispered, “You realize your whole family just gave me part of their empire?” I grinned faintly. “Guess they trust you more than they trust themselves.”

The old man continued, “We behaved poorly during the last board meeting. Our words were impatient and disrespectful. For that, we sincerely apologize.” One of the other directors spoke next. “At that time, Malcolm had promised us strong benefits if we supported him until the leadership was secured. Many of us believed his words.” Another man added quietly, “We thought he would be successful. We trusted his guidance.” The room remained silent for a moment. Then the director spoke again. “You have the upper hand now, sir. Everyone can see it clearly.” He paused slightly, and then added, “We would rather stand with the leader who actually holds the company.” The rest of the men nodded in agreem