“Alpha? Hello? Is Amelia alright? I’d like to talk to her. Alpha Damien, where is your wife?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I said. “I would have been overjoyed with the news. I would have fought everyone in the world if I had to, to make our child my heir?”
Wouldn’t I? I thought again of those deep-seated prejudices and knee-jerk attitudes about hybrid wolves, those half humans everyone dismissed as inferior.
Would I really have fought against that? Was I actually a coward?
Dr. Wyatt kept asking for Amelia, but I had no answer to give her. I simply hung up, numb, wondering how such a miracle could have turned into such a disaster.
Just then a car pulled up in the drive, and my sister Victoria stepped out. And my rage woke back up, finding a fresh target.
“You,” I said, marching over to
