Alpha Lorenzo
I hate how everyone looks at me with condescension or mockery, like they’re just waiting for me to fall.
The pack elders are pressuring Luca, and my marriage is going to shit because I can’t conceive an heir even though I’m an Omega.
Supposedly the most fertile tier of our werewolf race.
“I’m sorry, Marce... I’m sorry I yelled at you,” I said in a trembling voice, wiping at the tears that wouldn’t stop falling.
I touched her hand beside me, grateful, remembering how I’d taken her in when she arrived running from her abusive partner.
She was a fugitive rogue, and I asked Luca to accept her. I made her my assistant, and since then she’s been my unconditional support.