The chamber they had given Orion was lavish, gilded with crimson curtains and gold-plated wolf emblems along the walls. But he barely noticed the luxury. He sat at the edge of the massive bed, running his hand across the carved frame like a man already bored of the victory he hadn’t even officially claimed.
His wolf snarled inside his chest, its voice like thunder rolling through his skull. “Tomorrow you’ll be crowned Alpha. But what the f**k is so special about this pathetic little pack? This throne isn’t s**t compared to what you and I deserve.”
Orion tilted his head back, smirking at the ceiling. “Should I call it ambition, or just pure uncontentment? Whatever it is, this...” he spread his arms at the decorated chamber “is nothing. A stepping stone. Once I’ve bled this pack dry, I’ll
