Reborn to reign in the Alphas

by the soft snores of his younger children and the occasional rustle of fabric as Meera moved restlessly in the next room. He had sent her t

his weary mind, shadows of his

d destitution. He had grown up in a household that once comman

ir family's wealth with reckless ventures and an i

is father's downfall had left them with nothing but debts and broken relationships. In the aftermath, Armaan had done what he swor

t the pack house had been nothing short of a lifeline. Working there was a dream for many were

ost. Ethel was everything he wasn't-strong, selfless, and endlessly compassionate. She had embraced him and his broken past

ay of shifting when

t with her the moment he cradled her tiny form in his arms was nothing short of magica

om the harshness of the world, keep her safe from every storm

easy to make an

e pack's rules allowed little leniency for families like theirs. Sons were educated and trained, given the ch

held their chaotic household together, a second mother to her siblings. And in his desperation to k

gh their mate bond-a faint echo of what she must have endured. But it wasn't enough. Not enoug

couldn't banish the bitter thought that his l

earlier that day e

y Leonard

he knew hid the turmoil beneath. She had tried to comfort him, to reassure him t

omise he had made to protect her happiness w

o be Eila's father, with a reputation for ruthlessness and control. Blackwell had been unable to find a mate and was

ther, hand his daught

atural werewolf resilience. The treatments she needed were beyond their means. Without th

ddlers, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around them. Meera, with her fiery spirit, was still a child herself.

ce could secur

pride and recklessness that had led their family to ruin. Was he any different?

ked at him with unwavering trust, even when he didn't deserve it. She had carried

ered, his voice breaking

at the kitchen table, staring at the first r

ws as Armaan sat slumped in the chair. He hadn't slept, hadn't moved. His mi

waking, their innocent chatter trickling through the thin walls of the cottage. Eila's voice

e he used to swing around in his arms, was now taking on burdens far b

face pale but composed. She held two mugs of tea in her hands, sett

softly, her tone carrying a m

lanced at her, seeing the dark circles under

er did

hands around the mug. "There

l her that she didn't have to do this, that he would find another way

his, Eila," he said finally, h

ouldn't have to, either. But this is our reality, Papa. We don't get

h, broke something inside him. He reached

ed to keep you safe and happy. And now, I'm doing the opposite. I'm

t giving me away, Papa. I'm choosing this.

Blackwell will treat me kindly. And even if he doesn't, I'll s

ow had it come to this? How had their lives unraveled so complete

he whispered, tears s

the world, Papa. You and Mama both. Everything you've done,

m. She looked pale and fragile, her injuries stark against her otherwise strong f

see the pain she tried to hide. "You didn't sleep

g on the edge of the bed

he?" Ethel asked, her v

o meet her eyes. "How c

f we don't take this opportunity, how do we pay for the treatment I need? How do we

nds trembling. "I've failed you

ing you could, Armaan. This isn't your fault. Life isn't fair, especially for people like

ila for a wedding dress, a gesture that felt both generous and hollow. Meera stayed close to Eila's si

action, every moment of laughter or tenderness between his children, felt like a knife twis

ng on the porch, staring up at the stars. The air was co

ainst the wooden planks. She sat beside

stories about the sta

t. "I used to tell you that the stars were t

ed on the sky. "Do you th

with emotion. "I hope they're proud of y

g with unshed tears. "And I hope th

y. In that moment, he wished he could freeze time, hold onto he

with it, the end of every

he pack gathered at the small chapel near the pack

ched Eila walk down the aisle, her head held high. She looked ra

ll his little girl, the on

sed his eyes, sending a silen

her. Protect her. And let her find h

a fragile but enduring light in the darkness. Perhaps, someday, they