Alpha School was Cade's idea.
"We can't keep them in the castle forever," he said, pacing our bedroom at 6 AM while I tried to feed Ronan — who was now three days old but looked three months old and ate like a teenage Alpha — and Moon tried to put Ronan's socks on her ears.
"They are Triumvirate pups, Elara. The other Alpha pups need to learn to submit to them early, or there will be a war when Moon goes into her first rut at sixteen."
"Rut?" I choked, milk everywhere. "She's three! She's in pre-school!"
"Alpha School," Rhys corrected, calmly making Moon's lunch. He was the organized dad. Cade was the panicked dad. "It's for Alpha pups aged three to six. To learn pack law, shifting control, and how not to bite the teacher."
Moon looked up from putting socks on her ears. "I don't bite
