Dolton
The weight of the decision presses on me like an immovable boulder. I can’t put this off any longer—choosing a new Alpha is a necessity, not an option. We’re leaving soon, and the pack needs stability in my absence. But every option I consider seems wrong, flawed.
“I’m lost,” I admit, running my hand through my hair as I glance at Celine. “I can’t figure out who can take over as Alpha when we leave.”
Her expression softens, and she steps closer, her presence calming even when my thoughts are in turmoil. “I know who,” she says, her voice steady and certain.
I blink at her. “You do? Who?”
Her answer comes without hesitation. “Alex.”
The name lands like a thunderclap, and I stare at her in disbelief. “Is that some kind of joke?” It has to be. Alex stood by my father’s side for to
