Jordan: The Rogue Alpha

Chapter 8 - Planting seeds

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***Two weeks later***

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Jordan POV

Christian’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he was reading the motion that I was planning to file with the council. The motion meant that Omegas were allowed to leave the pack territory like all the other pack members. I also wanted to put more resources into education for all pack members and not only children above warrior rank. The Omega children were usually considered servants and no one expected anything from them other than to become servants like their parents.

I wanted to change that. After doing some research, I had noticed that the suicide rate for Omegas had been eleven times higher that the other ranks combined throughout the history of the pack. It shouldn’t be like that. Creating better opportunities for the Omegas was a first step to keeping my promise to Carly. No one should ever feel the need to end their lives like she did.

“I like it.” Christian concluded and handed the papers back to me. “It’s definitely going to stir up some sh*t around here though. Not everyone will approve of these changes.”

I nodded.

“You’re right.” I agreed. “But we need some changes around here, and when you think about it, what would we be without Omegas? They deserve better.”

Barry walked into my office and clapped his hands dramatically.

“Time to get some training done!” He announced.

Christian and I smirked at each other and got up from our seats. I placed the motion papers down on the desk and we walked out of the office to the pack’s training facility. Christian and I quickly got onto a sparring mat and started throwing light punches at each other to warm up.

“Have you ever thought about being the Alpha your father wants you to be? Isn’t it easier to just keep the peace?” Christian asked and tried to land a blow to my stomach.

I blocked him and managed to hit him in the shoulder. Christian let out a strained grunt before charging at me again.

“No.” I replied. “How can I be at peace knowing that people that I’m responsible for are suffering? I can’t back down from this.”

“But how are you even going to make it happen?” Christian asked. “Your father has way too much influence over the council. If he doesn’t approve, they won’t either.”

I frowned at him and an annoyed growl escaped me.

“What do you suggest I do?” I snapped. “I can’t just sit around and let everyone else lead the pack for me. I’m the Alpha.”

Christian shrugged.

“Maybe you have to sacrifice your personal opinions and realize that causing a riot inside the pack will only make things worse.” He replied.

I opened my mouth to reply when Barry interrupted us.

“Maybe there’s another way.”

I turned around to look at him.

“I’m all ears.” I said.

“Start a new pack.” Barry said matter-of-factly.

I stared at him.

“You can’t be serious:” I muttered.

Barry got onto the sparring mat and put his hand on my shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.” He said quietly. “You can’t change this pack. A very large majority think that change is scary and they will work against you on every suggestion you have. But if you start your own pack, the people that actually want a change can follow you.”

I rolled my eyes.

“All that would happen is that a large number of people would turn Rogue because of me.” I replied. “Who would seriously follow me knowing that there is no certain future?”

“I would.” Barry replied without hesitation.

“Me too.” Christian mumbled.

I was quiet for a moment while digesting Barry’s words.

“If this doesn’t work out, we’ll use it as plan B.” I whispered. “But I need to give this a try first.”

I was deep in thought for the rest of the training session, and I couldn’t believe that I was even entertaining the idea of creating my own pack. It was insane, and I couldn’t take such a huge risk.

But even when I came back to the packhouse and took a shower, the thought didn’t leave my mind, and I was still deep in thought when I walked back to my office and stopped in my tracks.

My father was sitting behind the desk with the motion in his hands. I felt my throat tighten when I felt the anger radiating off of him.

“What is this?” He snarled without looking at me.

I cleared my throat.

“It’s a motion that I was planning to file with the council tomorrow.” I replied.

My father stood up so fast that the chair fell over behind him.

“You will do no such thing!” He snapped and ripped the paper into pieces and threw them across the room.

I forced myself not to flinch at his outburst. After all, I was the Alpha now and I wasn’t supposed to be intimidated by him.

“There’s something you need to understand, Jordan.” My father said quietly. “Your pack is as strong as its weakest member. If you let your members get too weak, your pack could be in danger. So you have to cut out the weak parts to make sure that the rest of the pack can thrive.”

I frowned at his words.

“No.” I replied. “I refuse to believe that. If you are a real leader, you help the people that need it. Your weakest pack members won’t be so weak if you help lifting them up instead of tearing them down.”

My father glared at me.

“If you believe that, you are a weak Alpha.” He sneered. “This pack will perish under your rule. I can’t allow that.”

He walked up to me until his face was inches away from mine. I squared my shoulders and looked him in the eye.

“From now on, I will be running the pack again.” My father growled. “You will be the Alpha, but you have no right to make any decisions regarding the pack until I know that you actually have what it takes to be a leader.”

I scoffed.

“You can’t take the pack from me just because I think that there are other ways to get people to respect you than making them fear you.” I snarled back.

“I just took back the pack.” My father sneered. “End of discussion. Go find yourself a mate and create an heir that won’t be such a disappointment as you.”

With that, he walked out of the room.

The anger made my blood boil and I stormed out of the packhouse, unable to control my wolf. I shifted without caring that I ripped my clothes and took off into the forest. My father’s words swirled in my mind and I started to feel hopelessness dig a hole in my heart.

Maybe Christian was right. Maybe I should just do what my father wanted and keep the peace.

But Barry’s suggestion crept into my mind again, and even if the idea sounded crazy, the thought was really tempting.

I kept running for hours until it was dark outside and snuck back inside the packhouse as quietly as possible so that I didn’t wake Avery up.

I stopped in my tracks outside of my parents’ bedroom when I heard them talking.

“He’s going to run this pack to the ground.” My father muttered. “I can’t believe I killed my own daughter just to have someone take over that is equally incompetent.”

My blood ran cold.

What?