THE MAD ALPHA
he whispers.
“I found out alone,” I say. “In that cabin. No pack. No healer. No mate.”
His face drains of color.
“I didn’t know how to feel,” I continue. “I was angry. I was scared. I hated you and I missed you at the same time.”
He looks like he is barely breathing.
“When it was time,” I say quietly, “I gave birth alone.”
He makes a broken sound.
“There was no one there,” I say. “I was on the floor in the forest, huntes and alone. It was raining. I remember screaming and hoping no hunters would hear me.”