AUTHOR'S POV
Alexander dragged his feet sluggishly through the hallway with Liam and Draven by his side. It wasn't his favorite time of the year. There was too much to handle, too many events to attend, and listening to greedy, power-hungry wolves lay out selfish rules he wasn't going to acknowledge anyway seemed like a waste of his precious time.
From five meters away from the meeting room, he could already hear their excited chatter, some of which were disgusting conversations about their new mistresses, while others were about certain exploits made possible by their positions.
There was always nothing new to say. Just a repeated circle of wolves excitedly fooling themselves.
He groaned exasperatedly. Those disgusting peasants always found a way to irk him just by being themselves.
