Chapter 83

“And, well,” another elder said, clearing his throat. “Do you have a successor in mind, Alpha?”

Ridiculous. It was blasphemous to speak such to his face.

“Successor to what?”

“The title, of course.”

They looked at each other and nodded. He watched, a scoff uncontrollably leaving his mouth. They turn to him in surprise.

“I am perfectly alive still, I need no successor. Atleast not in the near future,” he firmly answers. But it seems the table is anything but convinced.

“Indeed, Alpha, but we must be… prepared for all circumstances, pleasant or not.”

“Please choose a suitable successor to lead the pack.”

The table was quick to agree and support each other’s statements, and all Flavian could do was stare at them incredulously.

He could not believe they are disrespecting him outright. If that is so, then he shall play their game. A smirk plays on his lips as he comes up with a wicked idea.

“Then…” he trails off, and the table falls silent. “I shall choose my brother to succeed the title.”