The Alpha's Secret Daughter

them this morning instead of going in my own vehicle. It was unusual for me to depend on others, but tod

-it was everything Reed, and the pack, represented: power, style, and confidence. Dylan leaned casually against the side of the car, speaking to Charlotte and Ella,

ad a similar look in her eyes, although I noticed the faintest hints of uncertainty in her posture. Newly shifted wolves often struggled to control

g hard to master their wolves, though, with their older brother River-our future Third in Command-taking the next three weeks off school to focus on his own tra

nged a look before saying their goodbyes. They didn't rush their goodbyes, taking a few extra moments to say something und

Dylan followed me in, and Reed quickly started the engine. With the sound of the engine

the pack house itself. The pack house wasn't the largest, but it was functional. It mostly housed newly mated wolves and had the pack infirm

ad. The woods on either side of the highway blurred with the setting sun, casting everyth

s towering structure and white walls that glowed against the darkening sky. The sleek black windows cau

the office. "I'm gonna go check in with my dad," he said, his usual easy grin flashing before he disappeared down the hallway. It was no surprise. D

e in the middle of preparing dinner. I was pretty much always welcome there. Grace, the Beta's m

ped her hands on her apron and gestured for me to sit down. Grace had the kind of beauty that was understated but still

dful of seasoning and sprinkled it generously i

. "School's school," I said with a shrug, not caring to go into detail. I glanced up

kle. "I have a math exam next week which I need to study

her gaze. "Caught up, huh? That's impressive. Yo

ugh my hair. "I try. But you know how

u're almost done with school, sweetheart. Just one more year. I know we've talked about this before,

College was appealing-I could experience the world outside the pack, gain a different kind of knowledge, and maybe mee

I also feel like I should follow my father's footsteps. Being a warrior, protecting the pack-it's what I've been rais

had a bowl of mixed greens. She picked up a few leaves, tossing them into the salad bowl. "It's not an easy decision,"

I often sought when I didn't know which way to turn. As I sat there, the smell of dinner filling the room, I could