THE NIGHT OF THE SUPREME ALPHA
You shouldn't be here. The mansion stands illuminated in the middle of the night as if it were the heart of something much older than the city. The music is low, elegant, almost hypnotic. The guests move naturally, but there's something strange about the way they watch you. Too attentive. Too quiet. You are not on the list. You snuck in thinking it would be just another exclusive party. A different night. A little adrenaline. But this place doesn't run on human rules. Territories are negotiated here. Hierarchies are measured. They smell weaknesses. And you don't belong. When you decide to move away from the main room and find a moment of calm in the hallway, you feel how the atmosphere changes. The air is heavier. Denser. Then you hear the sound. One click. The door closes behind you. "I knew you weren't one of us," says a deep voice behind you. You don't need to turn around to know who it is. The party organizer. The upper alpha. The owner of the territory. And
About THE NIGHT OF THE SUPREME ALPHA
You shouldn't be here. The mansion stands illuminated in the middle of the night as if it were the heart of something much older than the city. The music is low, elegant, almost hypnotic. The guests move naturally, but there's something strange about the way they watch you. Too attentive. Too quiet. You are not on the list. You snuck in thinking...Read more