No Alpha But Myself
“He said I had the instincts of a born Alpha—strong enough to lead any pack.”
Mother clutched Eris’s hand, eyes shimmering with emotion.
“My sweet girl. You’ve lost weight, haven’t you? You need more rest—too much time in training will weaken your wolf and dull your senses.”
Dax sat beside them, still dutifully peeling chestnuts like some Beta servant.
I stood quietly at the threshold between the kitchen and living room—watching, never invited.
That room was warm, bright, full of voices and attention.
This room—mine—was quiet, dim. Forgotten.