Chapter 51

Seth’s POV

I leaned back in the Alpha’s chair—my chair, at least for now—and rubbed my hand over my jaw, feeling the tension gathered in my muscles. I barely heard what one of the soldiers was saying, my focus slipping between the stack of reports on my desk and the memory of Camilla’s lingering scent that always calmed me, even when the world around us was crumbling.

“Some of the pack members have started causing trouble,” the soldier continued. His voice cut through my thoughts, forcing me to pay attention. “Riots. Fights. They say they want a leader who’s actually from Blue Moon.”

I bit back a growl, my fingers tapping against the wooden desk, a low hum building in my chest. They didn’t trust me. No surprise there. I wasn’t their Alpha; I was the outsider, taking over their pack after we defeated them. They wanted someone like Marcus their Alpha or Alan even—someone familiar, even if he’d nearly destroyed them. My lip curled slightly at the thought of that those men, and Aron still