The Jade Moon Clan was not that big, only eighty or a hundred people, so Vince was enough as its Alpha to control it, with the Beta’s help. For the Blood Moon Clan, however, that wouldn’t work. From what I’ve heard, this Clan has hundreds, perhaps thousands of members. With so many people, a single Alpha could never oversee it all. Hence, like any prominent Clan leader, Damian, has an organization thatallows him to control all the wolves without being himself on the scene.
That’s where the lieutenants come in. Those people are Alpha werewolves, but of lower strength than the main Alpha. Just strong enough to control smaller groups. I look around, and that seems about right. Headhunters, top fighters, family heads, gang leaders. Every single person in this room is an Alpha, leading their own smaller pack, but moving under Damian’s orders.
As we walk in, all of them react to my mate’s presence, willingly lowering their heads in respect, calling him “Boss.”
Despite the room being full of Alphas, I can tell none of them are on Damian’s level. He has his own aura, on a whole different scale. And here I am, walking next to him, with no idea how to act. Gosh, I can’t believe I’m just standing there with a denim skirt and this plain t-shirt! Maybe I should have dressed up a little? I feel awkward facing all the lieutenants with their severe looks in this casual attire.
Damian walks up to a small stage, where all of them can see him. Taking a quick look, I try to estimate how many people are there. Maybe about a hundred or so? How large can the sub-packs be, then? Some of them look young, maybe my age or so. They don’t look childish at all, though, more like punks and street gang people. It really looks like some Mafia gang gathering...
“Hi, everyone. Apparently, Neal already filled you in, so let’s go over this quickly,” says Damian. “From today on, no more favors for the Gold Moon Clan. They overstepped their bounds, and we are to make them regret it.”
To my surprise, most people in the room cheer or applaud, and a couple of them whistle in appreciation. Are they happy about pissing the Gold Moon Clan off?
“I like that, Boss!” Yells some guy with a large beard.
“Let’s ditch those money-suckers!”
“Who do they think they are!”
A few more people are heard before Damian growls. Immediately, everyone goes silent again, all eyes focused on him. A woman with a black leather jacket raises her hand.
“What about King, Boss? The engagement? Judging from the young missy next to you, I bet you found better!”
Damian smiles and takes my hand gently before making me face the crowd with a fierce look.
“I found the best one, Vane. All of you meet Nora, my fated mate.”
A few seconds of silence follow his words when all eyes turn to me, and all sudden, the cheering starts again, ten times louder this time. People clap their hands, and congratulatory words are flying all over the room.
“Finally! We’re so happy for you, Boss!”
“Blessed Moon Goddess mother, a fated partner for the Boss!”
I can’t believe all these people are genuinely happy for us. Aren’t they disappointed I’m not of a powerful family, or as pretty as Alessandra King? Do they think I have some significant backing they don’t know of yet? I blush, embarrassed by so many people cheering for our relationship. Damian pulls me back next to him, putting his arm around me in a showy manner. Once again, the crowd calms down as soon as he gestures it.
“From now on, Nora is my one and only partner. The engagement with King is no longer. Don’t let the Gold Moon Clan use it anywhere. No more favors, no more special treatment.”
I see the Alphas wearing black suits all nod. They are giving off a businessman feel. They are probably the ones handling businesses and dealing daily with the Gold MoonClan. Damian then turns to the side with the most street gang people, the younger Alphas.
“I don’t want them anywhere in my territory. Let everyone know they are not welcome anymore. No more coming unannounced, no more going through our territory. If they don’t like it, show them it’s not up to them.”
A young man with red-colored hair nods. “Got it, Boss! I was tired of seeing them acts like they own the place! We will drive them off and make sure they don’t dare step in our streets again!”
“Spread the word, Sean. And tighten up the security; from now on, I want more people watching our borders. Some psycho managed to go past our defenses; make sure that doesn’t happen again.”
“Sure, Boss.”
Damian keeps giving instructions to chase the Gold Moon Clan off their territory. Not just geographically, but they also start talking about land property and corporate actions. None of this I can help with. Meanwhile, I notice a few people looking at me with curious eyes.
Well, I kind of dropped in out of the blue, so that would be logical. Everyone probably wonders where I came from, how I met Damian, but surprisingly, no one dares to ask. They listen to Damian’s orders religiously. From my perspective, no one seems really worried about what’s coming next. All that matters to them is the Boss’s orders. A hundred Alphas, all gathered in one place and listening to my mate with no discussion. I feel like this is the first time I’m really witnessing with my own eyes the extent of Damian’s influence.
The meeting takes longer than I expected. Damian’s orders were clear, and some of the lieutenants left right away. Still, some stayed to ask him about some border issues likethe rogues, or how they should handle business deals. I notice a few of the lieutenants still look at me from time to time. I go to sit aside with Liam and Bobo, leaving Nathaniel and Damian to handle the Clan issues. To my surprise, five people shortly walk up to us.
I recognize the woman who spoke earlier, and Sean, the teenager with a large hoodie. Three other guys are with them. One is wearing a completely black suit and glasses, like an office worker. The one next to him has an entirely different look, with a leather jacket and tattoos all over his arms. I’m pretty sure he’s a biker. The last guy wears a casual outfit and a beard, but he has a large burn scar on half of his neck.
“Hello, miss Nora. I hope we are not bothering you, we just wanted to pay our respects to the future Luna,” says the woman, Vane.
Bothering me? I’m just sitting next to the wall, doing nothing! I get up to salute them. What am I supposed to say? This is a bit awkward, but they act politely and respectfully, so I do my best.
