~38 RESPECT TO THE ALPHA

Dorian Grimaldi.

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I sat in my large leather chair, surrounded by papers and reports from various pack members. My pack was thriving, and with that came the responsibility of managing its affairs. I had spent countless hours reviewing and approving business proposals, listening to disputes, and overseeing the training of new recruits.

As I was deeply engrossed in a particularly long and complicated report, there was a knock on my door. Without looking up, I gruffly called out, "Come in."

My beta, Gustavo, entered the room with a worried expression on his face. "Alpha, we have a problem," he said, his voice tinged with urgency.

Dorian looked up, his expression wary. "I told you not to call me that whenever we are together. What is it?" I asked, my tone clipped.

"We've had some reports of rogue wolves in the south of our pack territory," Gustav replied. "They've been causing some trouble, stealing from local farms and causing general chaos. We need to address this before it gets out of