Alexander's POV
At the largest golf course of the Red Blood Pack, lush trees cast dappled shadows on the verdant grass.
"Alpha, I appreciate you showing mercy to my uncle's men last night. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to face the old man," spoke a young and handsome man, seemingly in his early thirties. He had high cheekbones, deep-set features, and particularly striking were his eyes, a deep red like blood, giving off an aura of mystery and authority.
"Though I spared him, with his temperament, he's bound to cause trouble sooner or later. You'd better deal with him sooner, to save yourself from having to clean up after him later," I said with a slight smile, my gaze drifting towards a nearby hole as I swung my club.
"Nice shot!" Quinn praised with a smile.
Vincent smiled and said, "Alpha, your golf skills are improving. We should make time for a match sometime, what do you say?"
