Alpha Derrick sat alone in his luxurious hotel room, his mind racing with countless thoughts.
The dim lighting of the room cast long shadows against the walls, reflecting the turmoil within him.
He swirled the wine in his glass, watching the deep red liquid move in slow circles.
*Lucian... That boy has now grown bold enough to challenge me for my seat.*
He let out a slow exhale, his jaw tightening.
*Where did I miss it?*
His grip on the glass tightened slightly, but he quickly relaxed it. Losing control, even in moments like this, was a sign of weakness. And Derrick was not weak.
He stood up and began pacing the length of the room, each step measured, deliberate.
"I surely became soft," he muttered under his breath.
"I let them believe they could come for me, take what's mine. Now, they will realize what a mistake that is."
His voice was calm, but underneath, a storm brewed.
