ALAN POV
The corridor of the pack house still reeked of blood and sweat, a grim reminder of the battle we’d barely come out of alive. My fists clenched at my sides, the anger simmering beneath the surface as Aaron and I made our way down the dimly lit hallway. Neither of us had any intention of heading to the pack hospital to check on the so-called Alpha lying there.
That sorry excuse of a sperm donor didn’t deserve my concern. He’d be taken care of by the pack doctors, just as protocol demanded, and I was sure the current Delta and Gamma—Arold and Jack—were already there overseeing everything, including Beta Matthew’s condition. The thought of Matthew being injured actually brought a twinge of regret. I respected him more than my own flesh and blood. That man had been a father to Hunt
