"That Alpha Curtis of a man is stepping on my nerves!" Alpha D'argan lamented as he paced restlessly about his bedroom. He walked over to the nightstand where he picked up the packet of cigarettes and lighter. He impatiently fished out a stick from the pack and put in his mouth. The moment he lit the cigarette, he threw the pack on the nightstand and drew in a great amount of smoke from the cigarette and released it through his mouth and nostrils. A heavy sigh followed as he kept pacing about, thinking of how to deal with the recalcitrant Alpha.

　　The Black Wood pack was the second largest and most powerful pack after his. The Pack was just as successful and wealthy as his and that's why it was hard to control Alpha Curtis as much as he did the Alphas of the other smaller packs.

　　If he had total control over the Blackwood pack, then things would go way better for him. He would even order them to barge into the Wall Street Pack and have everyone killed, but their Alpha was not ready to bow to his every will and that angered him alot.

　　He needed to be in control.

　　He needed them to bow to his every will, but that did not seem to be the case. The thirty percent he got from the Black Wood pack was quite a lot since the pack was very successful, but that thirty percent was not something he always got with ease.

　　"Fuck!" He cursed in anger as he kept pacing about.

　　A knock at his room door made him stop on his tracks.

　　"Come in!" He ordered and after a few moments, the door opened up and his Beta, Chris, walked in with a blank countenance.

　　"Alpha D'argan." He called as with a slight bow before looking up at him.

　　"Yes Chris, what is it this time?" He asked, irritated.

　　He didn't want to see anyone, all he wanted was to stay in his room and smoke his anger away.

　　"The guard just returned from the Blackwood Pack to convey news about the revenue." Chris explained and Alpha D'argan became alert. It had been two days since he had the that gut wrenching conversation with Alpha Curtis and he was already very impatient. He needed the money to be sent already.

　　"So, did he send the money already?" Alpha D'argan asked impatiently and Chris took a step backwards on seeing the rage that was burning in his Alpha's eyes.

　　"Not yet, Alpha. He said you will have to week till weekend like he had promised." Chris explained, making sure he was standing close to the door so in case Alpha D'argan got too angry and tried to attack him, he would have an easy escape.

　　Alpha D'argan, who wasn't satisfied with what he had just heard shot the cigarette he was holding to the floor and groaned in frustration.

　　Alpha Curtis was stepping on his nerves and he did not like it.

　　"Curtis is starting a fire he would not be able to put out!" He mumbled to himself.

　　"He also said to let you know that he has not and will not be sending his soldiers to the Wall Street Pack because he doesn't want them to get killed by their witch." Chris further deciphered and Alpha D'argan grew even more enraged, but he chuckled while slightly shaking his head.

　　He took quiet steps over to his nightstand where he took out another stick of cigarette in the pack and lit it with a gaslighter. He needed to calm his nerves and make sure his anger didn't get the better of him.

　　"If that's all, you can leave." He spoke with smoke flying out of his nostrils and mouth. Chris cleared his throat and stayed still.

　　"There has been a recent rumour concerning the Wall Street pack."

　　"And what is that rumor?"

　　"Their Alpha, Alpha Achilles Rowan just arrived from the human world with his wife and son. Rumour has it that he is back to continue with the war." Chris explains and he's startled by Alpha's D'argan's loud, hysterical laughter.

　　"What did you just say?" He asked admist laughter.

　　"I said rumor has it that Alpha Achilles of the Wall Street Pack is back from the human world to kick off with the redemption from where he stopped." Chris repeated, totally unimpressed by his Alpha's loud laughter. He wanted to leave already.

　　Alpha D'argan who eventually got sick of his laughter, stopped laughing and looked at Chris and chuckled.

　　"He ran away for five good years after he failed to defeat me and now he is back with hopes of doing so. What nonsense!" He mocked even more.

　　"Alpha D'argan, I don't think you should underestimate the Wall Street Pack this time around. Last time we had a chance because we had the wizard on our side, but right now, we don't, but they do. Also, we were able to penetrate their castle because a few of their subjects decided to betray their Alpha thinking you will treat them better once you won, but you did not. This time around, we won't be getting help from anybody within or out of the Wall Street Pack." Chris took the risk to explain.

　　"You are wrong Chris. You seem to be forgetting how much influence I have around here. The Wall Street Pack has no army. They are weak and I can crush them anytime I want. All I need is to send orders to any of the Packs around to barge in and have them all killed!" He bragged and Chris just shook his head because he knew that was impossible, but he dared not argue with his Alpha.

　　"I will take my leave now." He said and turned to leave, but Alpha D'argan's voice came through.

　　"Hold on!" He ordered and Chris stayed still. "Send word to them through the Blue Moon Pack saying I would like to see my daughter and grandson immediately!"

　　"Yes Alpha." Then he turned around and exited the bedroom, shaking his head.

　　He knew how much the neighboring packs hated his Alpha and that if the worst came to the worst, they would side with the Wall Street Pack.