Chapter Eleven - The Ten
Michael
My uncle was a good alpha. Strong, powerful, aggressive. He was the kind of leader who inspired the pack. When he retired, according to tradition, my cousin took his place. Unfortunately, my cousin was a weak, whiney coward. I don’t know what genetic anomaly produced Richard, but he was no Alpha. I gave him two months to prove his worth, but he couldn’t cut it. So, I stepped up to challenge him. What possessed him to even try to fight me? Maybe it was pride, but that fight was over before it had begun. I had him pinned, with a death grip on his throat before five minutes had passed. He was crying and begging for mercy, but there is no concession in an alpha chal……
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