CHAPTER 35: FUCKING GODDESS

IVAN'S POV

 

I had spent most of the day in meetings with the Council of Elders, deliberating on security matters. Lately, there had been rogue threats to our borders.

 

The Council had also received reports of spies roaming freely through the market and less conspicuous parts of the pack, gathering intel about Ash Creek and selling them to enemy territories for a price.

 

I sat at the head of the meeting table, overseeing the details of the discussion.

 

While I wasn't Alpha King yet, I was the closest point of contact to the Ash Creek throne. Now that I had an heir, it was only a matter of time before I was crowned.

 

The Council continued to bicker and argue, tossing out suggestions on the most effective ways to handle the situation.