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BONUS CHAPTER
KENNEDY
His children ran round his feet, smiling, laughing as they played. Their joy was matched in his eyes as he watched, and tried not to stand on them. They were growing so fast, beautiful like their mother, smart like him. Already they were showing signs of aggression, of a charisma and strategic prowess that they'd subtly tried to instil. The eldest held her ribbons up high, they trailed from her fingers, but she knew, because her sisters were shorter, they wouldn't be able to grab a hold. If they were clever, they'd stand on their tip toes, and their fingers would brush the ends. She knew that she would win this game, because the simple matter was she was physically superior, and recognized the weaknesses and flaws in her little sisters' size. It was simple. But it was there.
The pride he felt burned. It shamed him to think he had to raise them in a world that couldn't appreciate that there were alphas, and there were omegas. To think, that for all the good he did in trying to maintain a balance between the two, there were those who opposed the structure, the order. It had been the same way for centuries. Those at the top of the hierarchy bred and ruled well. At the bottom were the weak, the rogues who tried to conform but couldn't take the pressure, who wanted change. They snapped and nipped, they made nuisances of themselves, wanting to steal away the honour and the privilege earned in blood, of those who had risen to the top. Wolves and mutts didn't belong in the same pack. Mutts, had to go.
Three had proven too wild. He'd done his best to tame them, make them see that the way of authority and leadership was what was best. That they should be united with some common goal, for an ordered and controlled society. He'd given them glimpses of the rewards of being betas and gammas, that they could have their ways, they could have their vices, all as long as they answered to him. He could over look the dangers they posed, as long as he could use their strengths. He offered them the safe way. He'd offered them the easy way; and they'd snapped those mangy jaws down on the hand that fed.
He'd been fair. He'd been kind.
They were fools to mistake his kindness for weakness. They'd taken something from him. But like those ribbons that trailed through the air, he had the meat to drip in front of their mouths. He'd hold it high, out of their reach, keep them slobbering and trying, until they were worn down and beaten. He'd made his move and snatched power from their fingertips. Now it was their turn. He watched as the eldest stopped their play and allowed her sisters the gift of ribbons. She showed mercy, pity. He would show it too, he would give them a chance, one choice to make. They could have their rewards, their safety. But one would not. One would lose everything.
Who would it be?