FADEL’S POV

“The mating ceremony has been completed,” Sed informed me.

“Mmm,” I replied absently, barely lifting my head as I flipped through a stack of documents. Alliance proposals. Trade routes. Defense contracts. Numbers that decided whether packs thrived or starved.

People liked to forget that being an Alpha was not just blood and dominance. Someone still had to understand economics. Strategy. Administration.

I had learned that lesson early, the moment I realized my brother had ...