Alpha Isaiah

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is silent, aside from the faint snap of burning wood from the fireplace, and the grow

pen rouses me fully. One of my guards leans in, a concerned expression etched into his otherwise serious face. "My hours for work have passed," I mutter, turning my gaze back to the fire, wa

an unauthorised person has entered

al matters an Alpha would typically find common. We have been successful so far, in ensuring no rebellion gets above a march, a

he mutters, looking as confused as I am beginning to feel. The guards at the gate are

ting. It could just be a late delivery, yet I can't help the strange feeling that overcomes me. Walking out of my office and to the foyer, a few guards are scattered around, looking through t

dow, I look past the tendrils of rain which skim down the windo

aining. It must just be a staff member

door echoes across t

rily, meeting my gaze. I shift my attention to the door, as if I

realise it's a girl, her dark hair plastered against her neck, clothing the same colour as the ebony night. She's hugging her legs, drench

help me," s

g it. She's shaking almost uncontrollably, teeth chattering violently to the point I nearly wince. I can feel the presence of my g

she's been crying. I reach out, wanting to touch her, but I hesitate.

towel. Now," I dem

cle I was travelling in broke down and I

ould if she knew who I was. She doesn't look as though she is from this Pack, so ma

ms underneath her, feeling her rain drenched clothes presses against me. Instead of panicking, like part of me expected her to, she allows me to carry her inside, her injured leg hanging limply. Despite being covered in rain,

oking at me with such earnest brown eyes, my h

For now, you need to relax and have some water," I tell her, motioni

ains. That makes sense, as her features remind me a lot of the

shoulders, starting to shiver a lot less now. The tension still lingers around her, which I can't blame

, gaze sweeping ove

going on around here. No place for a someone to be travelling alone," I tell her softly. She doesn't know that

to be much of that now," she says, laughing as if she

es weakly, before wincing, grabbing at her ankle. I flinch, having to physically stop myself from reac

tality. I'm grateful for y

ng my gaze. Regular citizens can't stand me, which I don't blame them for.

o pick her up. She's soaked, her wet clothes seeping water into my own clothing, but I'm hardly bothered. The l

eyes are searching, examining my face with careful precision. In my arms, she remain

e door, wandering inside. I watch the girl's eyes look around the room

e nurse as she walks in behind me, taking a wide step around me. I've never instructed my st

t the door. She gives me one last smile before I close the door. I st