An Alpha in every sense.
I looked back at the training room footage.
She had stepped into his grip like her body already knew the mechanics. Like the activation had already begun.
Condition: unmated.
Isla Rosewood was no longer unmated.
The implications of that sat in my chest in the particular way of information that changed the shape of everything else around it.
I was a man accustomed to consequential knowledge; I had been carrying it, deploying it, managing its effects for most of my adult life. But this was different in degree.
This was the kind of thing that, handled incorrectly, could destabilize not just one relationship or one Pack but the fundamental architecture of the Seven’s legitimacy.
The Seven had erased her bloodline.
Her bloodline had just bonded with the Ape
