Fifty-Six

Alexander had a headache and was tired of the heated debate going on among his council members. The tension over his lack of an heir was dangerously high.

There were concerns about the pack's future leadership. The council and elders refused to accept that Bianca's son would succeed him after his death.

Alexander had never felt more confused in his life. He found the idea of the position going to another family very disturbing, especially since one of his distant cousins had a bastard son with Alpha blood. His ungrateful pack members were now considering making him the heir to the throne.

Council members sat in a circle on finely crafted leather chairs. Alexander looked past them, his gaze fixed on the portraits of the previous alphas: his father, grandfather, and great-grandfathers.

He could not look at the stranger sitting across from him. The boy was a scumbag. He was fifteen years old and had every right to lead a pack once he reached the age of eighteen. The lad smiled calmly, kee