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Logan almost broke the table, but he didn't care. He maintained his gaze on the elderly who were murmuring. He used his eyes to search for his uncle, but he was not at the meeting. "I am the alpha of this pack. I'm not your puppet. You guys can't tell me what to do. I make my own rules." Logan said in a deep voice, placing his hand on his chest. The spokesman stood up, staring at Logan. It was pointless reasoning with Logan because he was always a bonehead and didn't like being told what to do, but he had gotten out of control and they needed to talk to him about it. A pack can't exist without rogues. "You have to bring back the rogues. They belong to this pack. We have never heard of an alpha selling his pack members. This is insane. The rogues will hate you for life and even become y