Game Changers

Low murmurs filled the air as Arnold made his way to the podium where the elders are seated. All mouths snapped shut as he pass through their seats as a result of his outburst. Never for once has any of the Alphas raised their voices in a public meeting like this.

Morpheus’s jaw twitched and his eyes sternly fixed on Arnold as he rub his clenched fist with the other hand.

“Don’t you think it’s rather too rude to address the elders this way, Arnold?” Morpheus questioned with the side of his lips raised in irritation.

“And don’t you think it’s very rude of you all to dismiss a meeting while I’m still present?!” He responded with a scoff.

“I am talking to you as your Uncle!” Morpheus groaned.

But Arnold approached his hefty build with his powerful and predating aura “I am talking to you as your Alpha!” He let out a deep growl which makes the air turn colder.

Everyone shuddered under the effect of his wrath, his eyes has morphed into another shade of power and no one could raise their hea