Rowan’s POV
Being Alpha wasn’t a title anymore. It was my life.
Ever since Jace died, there was no room for weakness in me. My days blurred into constant movement...meetings with elders, border patrols, training schedules, disputes between families, endless reports on rogue sightings. I wasn’t the Alpha who sat in a chair and signed papers. I was in the dirt, in the cold, in the blood. I trained warriors at dawn until their lungs burned. I checked security lines at noon, making sure no weak point was overlooked. At night, I sat with maps, circling the same problem over and over: rogues.
Beck was always there. Loyal, steady, the Beta every Alpha wanted by his side. Sometimes I caught him watching me too long, like he was waiting for me to snap. Maybe he was right to. Jace’s death never l
