CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: THE ALPHA’S CONFERENCE

Stephanies Point of View:

The conference room pulsed with the intimidating presence of twenty Alphas, ferocious leaders whose very breath seemed to sway the fates of those beneath them.

A low, primal roar erupted from their throats as they rifled through the data I had meticulously laid out before each of them. The papers barely contained the volatile secrets that spelled out the dilemma of Yadiel.

Heated debates broke out as they grappled with the information, their voices clashing like thunder as no two Alphas could forge an accord on the course of action.

Some bared their fangs with cries for war, a thirst for battle gleaming in their eyes, while others argued for covert missions, their minds strategizing unseen strikes in the shadows. Yet, there were those who wished to bury their heads in the sand, to ignore the creeping danger of Yadiel, pretending that the storm had not yet reached their doorsteps.

My father was once an Alpha known for avoiding conflict. Those who preferred to