Isa’s POV
“An Alpha?” I could hardly register the words as they came out of my own mouth. I shook my head. “That’s not possible, Nikolai. If anything, having a human birth mother I should be less of a wolf… not… the strongest of them. That doesn’t make a bit of sense.”
“But you are, Isa. You are rare and unique to our kind, and you would be those things whether your father had died or not, whether Julius had taken you… and whether my reckless f*****g hormones went and did that to you.” He motioned to my midsection, where I popped just so from the loose pajama pants Pipa had brought to me so I could change out of a hospital gown.
“And the only way I can keep you safe is if you’re not anymore,” he added.
I looked up at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
He bit his lip. “Our people… our
