The Alphas

"Armani, really?" I whisper to my mom, but she hushes me up. Goddess forbid one of them hears us making fun of their tastes and start a war over it.

The Alpha holds his head so high I almost laugh. Goddess knows how he doesn't trip as he walks. Axel is standing next to his father to greet the esteemed guests one by one as they get out of their fancy cars in their fancy suits. The Alpha ceremony is tomorrow, so today, we celebrate the former Alpha's life before he steps down from power. An impressive event and an excuse to showcase money and power in front of others.

I look around. The whole pack has to be here, grouped in different classes, careful not to touch each other. Omegas, exhausted after having to do most of the preparations, have to sit at the back, with their heads down, ashamed of their lack of power. The families of warriors in front of them. Then the warriors themselves, the gammas, the Beta's family and then, finally, the Alpha. The difference between rogues and packs i