The Stolen Alpha
Storm asked, rubbing his thumb over my palm.
"I need to take my sister home, and I need to be able to be myself." When I said home, I didn't mean here. I meant the Iron River pack, and there is no way in fucking hell that Storm would come with me back to that pack.
"I fucking get it," Storm said. "I spent years trying to be the man my dad wanted me to be. Years of pretending that I was like him. Until a few years ago, when I just stopped giving a fuck and decided just to be me." He chuckled. "Okay, that’s not true. I still care; he’s my fucking dad. I try not to, but a tiny part of me will always want his approval. I’m still waiting for this Darth Vader moment, where he’ll suddenly give a fu
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