Alpha Remembered Me Five Years Too Late

For five years, my pup's soul and mine remained trapped in this run-down shack, never once dissipating. I never knew why.

During those same five years, Kade Irvin had risen from a Rogue to the supreme Alpha of the Snowmoon pack.

Standing at his side was Tiffany Hart, the most beautiful she-wolf in the pack. Her arm was looped through his.

A cold wind swept through the area, stirring up clouds of fine gray dust. Tiffany covered her nose and spoke with open disgust. "Kade, do you think Nala is reluctant to donate me her bone marrow? Maybe I should just wait for my death."

Five years ago, Tiffany had been diagnosed with a rare blood cancer unique to werewolves. By a cruel twist of fate, my blood type matched hers perfectly.

Before I died, I had been dragged onto the operating table time after time. Without using anesthesia, they forcibly extracted my living bone marrow, over and over, just to keep her alive.

Kade lowered his head to look at Tiffany. The cold sharpness on his face melted into a gentle smile.

"Don't worry, Tiffany," he said. "No matter where she and that bastard pup are hiding, I'll find them."

Our pup, Edmund Irvin, who had been floating beside me, shrank back in fear when he heard that. "Mommy, is that man really my daddy?"

Edmund died when he was only three. I didn't know how to explain to him, so I pulled him into my arms and ruffled his hair. "It's okay, Edmund. He can't catch us."

Kade kicked the door open. The crash echoed through the premises and startled Patricia Howl, the old she-wolf living next door. She shuffled over on trembling legs and asked cautiously, "Who are you looking for?"

"The one who lives here," he answered.

Patricia narrowed her cloudy eyes. "You mean Nala? She's been dead for a long time."

Kale's face paled, and he froze in disbelief.

Tiffany, however, lifted a hand to her lips and laughed softly. "Ma'am, you shouldn't joke like that. Ms. Whitlock has a strong wolf soul and excellent self-healing. How could she die so young? I think she's just upset and is hiding on purpose."

Hatred flared in Kade's eyes. "That's right. Nala has always liked pretending to be sick to gain sympathy. I got tired of her tricks a long time ago. Tell her this—if she still wants to see her bastard pup, she'd better come to me by tomorrow."

Patricia slowly looked him up and down. A sharp, undisguised sneer slipped from her shrieveled lips.

"Young man, the bastard you're talking about is Nala's child, isn't it?" she asked. "That poor little pup died a long time ago, too. I buried him myself."