The Alpha's Refusal
Jaxon asked, his voice barely audible, his eyes searching my cold, metallic mask for a truth he was now afraid to find.
I looked at him, and for a heartbeat, the Alpha in me wanted to roar. I wanted to tell him that a mother’s instinct doesn't care about "sabotage" or "loyalty"—it only cares about the heartbeat of its pup. But the pain that followed was quieter, deeper. It was the familiar, cold ache of a woman being rejected because she was a "threat" to the lies he called home.
"I am an Alpha of the North, Jaxon," I said, my voice hollow and metallic. "I have no need to play with the lives of children to prove my worth."
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