Val walked in with his top warriors moving at his sides. Every step he took was controlled and full of quiet power. His icy blue eyes swept over everyone gathered, from the wolves to the human slaves.

This wasn’t something Val did because he wanted to. It was a tradition. A rule. The Alpha’s duty was to choose his personal Collar. It was a public show of control, a reminder to everyone that everything here belonged to him.

He climbed a short set of steps to a raised platform where a large ...