Jack
The walk to the treatment room was quiet so quiet that I could hear the faint echo of my own footsteps along the polished wooden floor. Every sound seemed heavier than usual, pressing against my thoughts. My mind wouldn’t rest. It kept going back and forth, circling the same thing.
I needed to keep my emotions in check. I was the Alpha, the King of this territory. Weakness was never meant to be seen in me. My father had always reminded me of that.
“A true Alpha,” he used to say, “never lets emotion rule him. Control is strength.”
But right now, I was losing that control.
Every step I took toward the treatment room made the pull in my chest grow stronger. Alvin, my wolf, was pacing restlessly inside me. He wanted to be close to her our mate. The thought of her lying there, wounded
