Chapter 3: _Rebellious Axel
"You motherfuckers are as BORING as ever!" The baritone voice of the most gorgeous male wolf I had ever seen reverberated across the hall.
The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the speaker. He had a strong build, but it wasn't the muscle-bound bulk of a warrior.
As for his attire, it was understated—almost deliberately so. He wore a black leather jacket, slightly worn but clearly of high quality, hanging open over a deep green shirt, fitted jeans, and boots.
My trembling lips froze as he climbed out of the chair beside the Delta.
"Every year, it's the same shit. Can you all quit all the bullshit and allow my brother to go suck on his dick if he wants?" He threw his hands in the air.
W- What on earth was he doing? Who was he? Did he just call Alvaro his brother?
I was still in my thoughts when the current Luna sprung up from her seat, face reddened and fists clenched.
"What is the meaning of this, Axel?! You can't behave yourself for just one day?!" She yelled.
Axel, that was him – the pack's Beta.
I had heard of him. He was said to be rebellious, disrespectful, and a troublemaker. But hearing it and seeing it were two entirely different things. He didn't just talk the talk; he made the room quake with his presence.
His gaze trailed towards the Luna, but there was no apology in his eyes, no remorse. He didn't flinch. Instead, his lips curled into a faint smirk.