Alpha Theo sat in the center of his expansive living room, his sharp features etched with a mixture of concern and impatience.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of his chair as he waited for his men to deliver their report.
The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to mirror his dark thoughts.
The heavy oak doors creaked open, and two of his most trusted men entered. They bowed their heads respectfully, waiting for his signal to speak.
Theo's eyes, cold and piercing, lifted from the floor to meet theirs. His silence was a command.
The first man, taller and with a scar cutting across his left cheek, stepped forward.
"Alpha, as per your instructions, we infiltrated Alpha Derrick's territory and kept a close watch on Kimberly."
Theo's gaze didn't waver, but his fingers stopped tapping. "Go on," he said, his voice low and commanding.
