THIRTY-FOUR

SLADE

A thousand and one thoughts danced in my head, but one stood out above the others – I was going to be a father. In all the years I’d ruled as alpha of Dark Wolf, nothing made me nervous. I have taken more spontaneous decisions than deliberate ones because being an alpha meant I had to deliver on the spot. Right now, however, I was swept up by a wave of emotions, nervousness being one of them.

After Lucinda placed that curse on me that turned my whole life around, I’d assumed the urge to wage war on every witch alive till the last. I’d started to, but in a few days, I figured I was doing more harm than good, plus wiping out the entire generation of witches was not going to provide a solution to my predicament. I’d finally accepted my fate and concentrated more on providing an heir before my demise.

Ladies were readily available, they came in their numbers, irrespective of tribe or color, but none could carry my seed. I didn’t put much effort into finding a mate till it became qui