Benedict
How could we not have known? Because my mother was very good at keeping her secrets. Even conceiving me was a manipulation to try and force another man to accept her as his mate, a secret that she kept for over eighteen years.
All the positive feelings that I was getting from the pack last night have turned to trepidation. In less than twelve hours after becoming their Alpha, I banished their Luna, and now, they don't know what to expect from me.
“You go make phone calls, Bene. I’ll deal with the pack,” Bethany says.
“Thank you. We need to check on dad, too.”
“I’ve got you covered, Big Bro,” she says. She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes that are still red-rimmed from crying.
“Sloane,” I say, reaching my hand out to her. She’s been the steady presence at my side all mor
