When the Alpha’s Scent Fades
After giving birth to Alpha Wesley Silvermoon's pup, I fell into severe postpartum depression.
Whenever the scent he left on me began to fade, I couldn't help but have the urge to hurt myself.
It was Wesley who held me tight in his arms, kissing my forehead repeatedly, saying, "Don't be afraid, Maggie. The pup and I will stay with you, always."
Every morning, he took me to see a therapist. In the afternoon, he handled the pack's affairs. At night, he fed Brett the pup himself.
The dark circles beneath his eyes grew heavier by the day, yet he never once complained.
Until one day.
Brett was crying for his mother, while I hid in the bathroom, hurting myself.
When Wesley saw what happened