Reborn to reign in the Alphas

ick with a tension Eila couldn't shake. Her mot

d with unspoken emotion. Eila had been too tired to ask about it, but now, as she moved a

m expression. He had been deep in thought since the news of Leonard Blackwell's

setting down a plate of toast on

with weary eyes. "Nothing for you to w

brow. "You've been 'thinking' fo

graying hair. "I'm trying to find a way out

his voice. "Dad, there's nothing you can do

here has to be a way. I won't give you up to

y filled her with dread. What could her father possib

at the door. Meera rushed to answer it, her expression wary.

or, a pack messenger stood the

e man asked, his voi

said, stepping for

's your mate, Ethel. She's been injured in a

her feet, her breath catching in

healer says she'll recover, but it will take time-a year or two, at least. Sh

hands clenching into fi

ger replied. "She's stable for the m

grabbed his coat and left with the messenger. Her mind was r

and his shoulders slumped. He sank into a chair

healer says her injuries were deep. Even with her fast healing, she wo

apsed into the chair opposite her

low, defeated. "The treatments she needs will cost more than we can afford. An

strong, proud father-reduced to this. She knew, deep

d softly, her voice b

ped up, his eyes n

ll," Eila said, the words t

his tone brooking no arg

t just about the boys' education anymore or putting food on the table. This is about Mom's life. If

. "Eila, you can't. You can't t

ing. "It's not forever, Meera. Maybe... maybe Blackwell will

with something like this," Meera snappe

r," Eila said quietly. "It

lone in the dimly lit kitchen, her hands wrapped around a steaming

about her siblings-Adam and Aaria, too young to understand what was happening; Don and Dari

r whole world. The

e had been tall and imposing, his dark hair streaked with silver, his sharp features exuding authorit

h a man like that?

appiness didn't matter. Not anymore. What mattered was

could bury her dreams deep enough that they wouldn't haun

rtled, she quickly wiped her tears and opened it to find her f

" she asked, steppin

to a chair at the table. "I've be

nd

he admitted, hi

have to make. That I failed you s

ing to fall again. "You didn't fail me, Dad. You did every

erve so much more than this, Eila. You deserve a life of you

led. "As long as Mom gets better, and you and the

d, gripping it tightly. "I don

We don't deserve Mom e

laugh, shaking his head. "Yo

bout to leap into the unknown. But she knew she had to be strong-for her fa

awn broke through the kitchen

arry Leonar

e wanted, but because it w

, that was all