The Alpha's Hardest Game
The viewing gallery of the Council Hall was a narrow, claustrophobic corridor lined with heavy, one-way mirrored glass. From her position in the shadows, Avery looked down at the amphitheater below. The room was packed with the ruling elite of the Northern Crescent—high-ranking enforcers, regional Alphas, and tactical commanders, all seated in concentric stone tiers that focused like a lens on the central dais.
The air down there was thick with conflicting pheromones, a suffocating mix of raw dominance, territorial aggression, and unspoken political tension. Jake sat near the front, his massive frame tightly confined in a formal tactical uniform, his expression an unreadable marble mask.