Chapter 37

DIMITRI’S POV 6 MONTHS LATER I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the monitors in front of me. The flickering images from the CCTV cameras displayed the mundane routine of the pack—warriors sparring, workers bustling about, and slaves completing their assigned chores. None of them had any idea they were being watched so closely. I preferred it that way. My fingers tapped idly against the desk as I studied their movements, paying particular attention to the slaves who hadn’t yet shifted. They were the key to everything—though none of them realized it. Their value lay not in their current state but in what they might become. So far, nothing. No changes. No signs. Just the same dull monotony of their existence. Sometimes I wonder if I should finally accept the offers from the other Alphas—the ones who proposed deals for these so-called “useless” slaves. Their words still echoed in my ears: Why hold onto them? They’re dead weight. Trade them, sell them, or let them go. You’d profit