"I've met him a few times at those meetings I went to with my dad. He always acted like he was too good to be there. He hasn't even shown up the past few years; that's why you haven't met him. God, he annoys me. Back when his majesty graced us lowly beings with his presence, he always acted like the world owed him something, like he just had a sense of entitlement. He didn't give a shit about his pack. He doesn't even want to be Alpha! It's ridiculous. I don't want him to be my Alpha!"
                          
        "Well, technically, I'll be your Alpha, too, if that makes it any better," I emended with a shrug. "If you have a problem with him, just bring it to me." Then grabbing the remote from beside Naomi, I muted her soap. Ignoring her cry of objection, I carried on, "Speaking of which, I have a favor to ask of you two."
                          
        "Anything you need, Spenc," Anthony spoke, simultaneous to Nay huffing "Whatever. As long as you give me the damn remote back."
                          
        Ignoring Naomi, I continued "Well, the Elders mentioned something about choosing my own second and third.. So, how would you guys feel about being my Beta and Gamma? I know it's a lot of pressure and you don't have to say yes, but-"
                          
        That was as far as I got before I was clobbered into a Hatten sandwich, with Naomi screeching, "Of course! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
                          
        Laughing, I tried to squirm out of the suffocating embraces. "Okay, but if you don't let me breathe, you're gonna be short an Alpha!"
                          
        They retracted their boa-constrictor arms and allowed me to breath once again. Yet, Anthony's hands remained on my shoulders. "Of course, Spencer! I'm offended that you think you even have to ask. You should know by now that we will be there every step of the way." He spoke with sincere confidence. See what I meant about keeping me grounded? As cheesy as he was sometimes, he always knew just what to say.
                          
        "Well, that's good, considering I have a meeting with the Elders and Grayson in about an hour, and I need you guys to be there," I rushed out, my face donning with a sheepish expression.
                          
        Anthony's face fell from sincerity to dryness. "You've gotta be shitting me."
                          
*******
                          
I'd sat in this chair before, but it was different then. When I was young, I would hop into my dad's lap while he rifled through all of his Alpha paperwork splayed out on the desk. Yet, I never thought I'd sit here on my own. Now, it was my chair, my desk, my office. That didn't sit too well with me.
                          
        When my dad was ready to pass on the Alpha title, I was not exactly sure what the plan was. After Felix, there wasn't really a set order of authority in place. I wasn't a contender; or so I thought. My dad's Beta was about the same age as him, so passing the title to her would've been a moot point; same goes for his third. My best guess would've Anthony, being the Gamma's son. Yet, Anthony seemed reluctant whenever I brought it up.  But even in my wildest day dreams, it never crossed my mind that I would take over the position. I wasn't even really sure how to reference it; it was fully my position, but it still wasn't. If that even made any sense.
                          
        The Elders had told me that the meeting was to take place in my father's office; apparently, ours was bigger than Grayson's. Anthony got a kick out of that. Boys. I couldn't say that they were wrong about the size, though. Our pack house was rather massive, my dad's office being no exception. The paneled walls of dark wood stretched to almost twice the size of my room, accompanied by deep hardwood floors to match. The large office chair that I sat in now was disassociated from the rest of the room by the colossal wooden desk. The wall behind me sheltered cabinet upon cabinet of files, labelled and immaculately organized. In the long rectangle of a room before me sat a group of black leather couches and chairs, congregated around a glass coffee table in the center of the room. The set up was used to accommodate meetings that my father would often have with the Elders, or other Alphas that we hosted. Naomi sat huddled into one of the voluptuous chairs while Anthony splayed out on the couch facing the door.