Nathan
Yesterday was just another day filled with the usual rigors of being the Alpha. The weight of my responsibilities was a constant companion, but I was accustomed to the pressure. The Council meeting had dragged on longer than expected, and I was looking forward to getting back to Olivia and the twins.
As I was leaving the meeting room, my phone buzzed with a text.
I glanced at the screen, expecting it to be Olivia or one of the pack members with a routine update. Instead, what I saw made me pause in my tracks.
It was a picture of Olivia in a lingerie store, the image sent by one of my pack members. The accompanying text read: “Why is the Luna out in a lingerie store when her kids are at home?”
At first, I brushed it off. Olivia had every right to buy whatever she wanted, wh
