Elijah Simons remained seated in his office, deep in thought. His mind wandered to matters that had consumed his family for generations.
"My lineage has waited hundreds of years for this moment. It's finally time to claim what's rightfully ours," Elijah thought, his expression stern and determined.
"The Gilbert family stole what doesn't belong to them. It's always been destined—my bloodline should carry the Alpha title. And now, I'll make that happen."
He clenched his fists slightly, his jaw tightening with resolve as the weight of the past filled his thoughts.
"I must become the next Alpha," he murmured aloud. "I'm not going to let that little brat rule over me like he does everyone else."
Still lost in his thoughts, carefully planning how to seize the Alpha's seat, a sudden knock on the door startled him.
He narrowed his eyes.
Strange… I wasn't expecting anyone. And if someone was coming, my secretary should've told me.
