Unlike what humans think, elders aren’t above the Alpha. Sure, they are above other pack members, but they aren’t above the Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and their mates. They also aren’t involved in the daily politics of the pack. They’re mostly guardians of our history and, once in a while, offer council when it’s needed.
"Speak,” I command.
He takes a deep breath before opening his mouth. “We are concerned about the pack, and we wanted to know the steps you're taking to save it now that your mate rejected you.”
He can join the f*****g club because I, more than anyone else, was worried about my pack. I was worried about my people.
At the mention of the rejection, my heart squeezes as a familiar pain encases my soul. I won’t lie, it still f*****g stings, but I have no time to worry about my hea
