Bradley's POV
The Alphas continued to stare at Bradley with skeptical eyes. He leaned forward, his voice gaining momentum as he pressed on with his argument.
"Think about it carefully. For generations upon generations, your ancestors were forced to endure the humiliation of lower positions. They held Alpha blood in their veins, commanded respect from their packs, yet still bowed their heads to those who deemed themselves superior. Who decided this hierarchy should exist? What gave certain Alphas the right to rule over others? In a world where survival depends on strength and unity, this system of internal warfare makes no sense.
"Look around you at what continues to unfold before your eyes.
