FORCED TO HAVE THE ALPHA’S BABY
“Now.”
He gives a tight nod, motioning for the remaining warriors to move. The forest starts to fill with the low rustle of movement again—wolves shifting, armor clanking, men grunting as they drag the wounded onto carts. Smoke from the torches mixes with the rain, curling into the mist that hangs over the trees. The silence between commands feels heavier than any noise could.
I walk through it all, my boots sinking into the mud, past the faces of men who won’t meet my eyes. I know what they’re thinking. Their Alpha stopped fighting. Their Alpha spared the enemy. I can feel the weight of their doubt pressing down on me with every step.