Alpha king Pov

I drank another cup of coffee. It tasted bitter and sweet in my mouth, just like it should. I had told the maid to brew something strong for me to ensure I couldn't sleep.

This one tasted too bland, and the aroma rubbed off my tongue like a bad disease. I dropped the cup on the table, spreading the map of my packs: the nine packs that were under my rule. Each pack had boundaries, warriors, and food supply; I had made sure of that.

I checked the books piled on the ...