Chapter 62. The Alpha’s True Lycan Form

Leon’s POV

I put distance between myself and the three surviving Alphas and scanned the clearing. Ronir was slumped against a tree, blood trickling from a wound in his arm. Astrid was nowhere in sight, but I trusted she’d be all right. I’d already finished off the three lesser werewolves; now only these three Alpha contenders stood between me and victory.

I squared my shoulders and spoke evenly, forcing calm into my voice. “You know what? I could make a place for you in my pack. Submit, and I won’t have to kill you all.” I saw potential in each of them—it would be a shame to waste it. Besides, persuading three rival Alphas to yield would elevate my standing in the hierarchy.

A girl with a severe bob haircut curled her lip in derision. “Heh, don’t make me laugh.”

Bladd, the bald one, sneered back, “We’d never bow to someone as weak as you!”

The third, the one with the side cut, met my gaze coolly. “Give it up. You’ve already lost.” A chill ran dow