Chapter 9: A Son's Decision - Alden

My eyes are trained on every movement Richard makes as he resets Sorrell’s hand. He’s gentle and careful and it has me fighting to stay put. I know she’s not mine, and maybe she never will be, but still, seeing someone else touch her like this while I just sit here… it’s enough to make me want to tear this room apart.

It’s not every day someone is able to get the jump on me, and certainly not every day someone breaks one of my bones. Lark, Roland, and Carey have on occasion, but that’s training for you, we go hard or go home. Most other pack members hold back out of fear if they hurt me I’ll rip their heads off. I’d rather they broke one of my bones than held back, at least if they break something I’d know they’re capable of defending themselves, and with speedy healing, it’s not a big deal. Sure, Sorrell breaking my nose hurt, but what hurt more was knowing she broke her own hand in the process. However, the moment I touched her I barely even noticed the pain.

I didn’t enjoy laying