Alpha Mars' POV
To say that sitting on the couch with Ciara snuggled up against me while we ate Chinese food takeout and watched movies gave me a sense of euphoric calmness would be an understatement. I’ve spent the majority of my adult life protecting the packs by battling rogues, helping with territory disputes, taking down tyrant Alphas that abused and neglected their pack members all for the sack of greed. My life is filled with rage and killing that turned my heart into stone; the constant need for bloodshed just so I can protect those who can’t protect themselves. It’s the reason I refuse to let what happened to my original pack happen to anyone again. Why did I survive while my entire pack was murdered and destroyed?
But tonight, I don’t have to fight rogues or other wolves; just
