Yorick
I wake tired and happy the next morning but also feeling different. As I kiss my mate’s shoulder and begin rubbing my hand over her hip that is resting against mine, it suddenly dawns on me what’s different.
I’m an Alpha now. An Alpha who leads a pack. Yes, I’m leading with Cyra and yes, for me, she’s more of the Alpha than I am. But mentally, my connection to the pack is so much stronger than it was when I was part of Connor’s or Quirin’s pack.
In the past, I could feel the pack in my mind, but I had to reach out to find the person I wanted to speak to. Now, it’s like all the lines to every pack member are lit up in my head, the connections actively waiting for me.
‘I think I understand why our fathers are having such a difficult time letting go of being an Alpha. Imagine in tw
