Chapter 93: The Absolute Loyalty of a Beta

My thoughts differ from my father's; I don't consider myself an honest person or a gentleman. But I have my ideas. I think I'm strong enough that I don't need anyone to protect me, and most of all, I consider my Beta or Delta to be my comrades, not a shield to sacrifice.

I turn my eyes to Jason; he was wearing a rather loose dark blue shirt today, one hand casually in his pocket, the other with just an empty arm. His left hand was bitten off when he tried to protect Titus.

Titus also realized what I was thinking but chose to ignore it.

I tapped my fingers on the arm of the chair; if he understood my thoughts, I could read his thoughts.

What made him rush to come here was not to ask about my health, but it was related to Brian, in his eyes, a traitor worthy of being chopped to pieces.

But I never cared about his grudges when I was young, but when I took over and became Alpha, I seriously thought about it too. If one day Max betrays me, what will I do with him?

Will I hunt down and kill