My Beta

Jaxon I’m relieved when I see Beta Don headed my way. I’ve always preferred actual warrior work to the wine and dine of Alpha life and right now I’m more than ecstatic to switch places with my second in command. He nods, “Alpha”, he says underneath his breath. “What’s wrong Beta?”, I demand through gritted teeth. I see the way his brows are knitted together and the sheer nerves that are written across his face. He runs his hand through his hair and heaves a sigh, “we fucked up Alpha. I’m not sure how it happened but the borders are compromised. There’s no tracks anywhere but their scents are everywhere.” I can’t hold my frustration back, we knew something was odd earlier so none of this hits me by surprise exactly. “Fuck”, I say and before I realize, my fist is flying into the wall. Bad move Alpha, I scold myself internally as I stare at the hole now marking the wall. So much for remaining calm and collected under any circumstances right? Pack members glare over at me, none of them wil