Chapter 2_Jake's povI heard from my father that new slaves were arriving at our pack soon. I grumbled when he told me to go out and inspect them. I didn't like being worked out, especially, when it comes to checking out new slaves. I hated them, all of them. Their features and everything disgust me. Yet, I had no choice. My father is the Alpha and I am just a son to him. Although I'm twenty-four, my father refused to step down for me until I'm twenty-five. I didn't make it bait, instead, I love it that way. Being an Alpha seems to grunt in me. They never have peace. Ruling over the packs, sending out rules, and taking the lead when there's a fight, doing Alpha duties and sort, I don't like it. I loved to be an Alpha but I don't like being stressed out.I paid my respect to my father before heading out. About five pack fighters followed behind me. I strolled gracefully to the respect and admiration given to me by the pack members, passing through the park building."Jake!" I heard m
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