Alpha Farrell’s Pov.
I sat on the tree top, watching as walked in the woods, twirling like she was a princess. No actions of hers showed she belonged to royalty, but I felt even if she didn’t. She had alpha blood running through her veins.
Her protruding stomach wouldn’t let her move with the grace of a youthful body, but she moved gracefully, at least. I held my breath as she bent down to pick a flower, waiting to swoop in and save her if she made one wrong step.
“That’s her.” The voices sounded close by. She must have heard it too, as she stopped to look around.
“Who’s there?” She asked as she stood her ground.
I sat still, watching and waiting as two men stepped on the grassy plain. Evil intent was written on their faces.
“Wouldn’t you do something?” Ora asked as we watched the
