Ash’s POV
The pack house was exactly as I’d left it weeks ago, and yet somehow everything felt different now. Or perhaps it was me who’d changed. Walking in through the front door, True Alpha waves of my power rolled off me that I didn’t even bother to try and fully suppress anymore.
Packs members froze in place as I walked by, wolves responding instantaneously to an authority they had never felt from me before. Their expressions wavered with shock—this was Ash, the meek Omega, the ignored younger son. But their bodies knew something their brains couldn’t comprehend.
"Is that Ash?" Walking up the steps to my old chambers, I knew I'd overheard someone muttering.
"Can't be. He feels... different. Wrong”
Not wrong, I thought bitterly. For the first time in my life, I was right.
My room
