FORSYTHIA’S POV
“I won't lie.” Mak held my hand. “I don't care. That doesn't mean I don't care about our child. I just don't care what they will be. When I was a kid, I never even thought about becoming an Alpha.”
“You want the traditional combat for the Alpha position to return.” I frowned. “I don't like that.”
Mak laughed. “I don't intend to let things get that wild, sweet. It's just that they will have to make me submit—anyone will do. It will be fairer.”
I knew what Mak was talking about. But it would never work that way. The way he spoke seemed so unrealistic to me. It made me worry more about our child's future.
Mak seemed to realize his words worried me. He tried to pamper me throughout the journey. The packs we stayed with were also incredibly warm, trying to flatter us in eve
