*Ethan*
A girl. My brother’s mate has given birth to a daughter. Not a son. Not an heir. Which means the title comes to me. The role I have been playing for weeks now is no role at all, but is the unvarnished truth, my reality. I am and will remain the Alpha.
Grabbing a bottle of scotch, not bothering with a coat. I stride out through the library terrace door into the snow, wind, and sleet. Into the blistering cold. But I barely notice the frigid ice pattering my skin or the flakes gathering on my lashes.
I am the Alpha. It is not what I wanted, not what I have ever wanted. Yet how could I resent my newfound position when that delicate bundle of new life had wrapped her tiny hand around my finger? With her black hair, her chubby cheeks, and her face scrunched up as she screamed? How can a
