Alpha Kane
Zara moves these days. Softer. Warmer. Her scent has changed, subtle, delicate, but unmistakable to a wolf like me. She hasn't said a word, hasn't met my eyes with that shy smile yet, but I know. I smelled it before my mind caught up.
Life.
Our heir grows within her, fragile and sacred. The knowledge hits me like a silent storm, powerful, grounding, terrifying in its responsibility. She carries my future beneath her heart, and the world suddenly feels too sharp, too loud, too dangerous.
I watch her more closely now.
When she walks through the halls, my steps unconsciously match hers. When she eats, I make sure the food is prepared exactly as she prefers, enriched with herbs and nutrients safe for her and the pup.
At night, I pull her closer, my arm curved protectively over her stomach, even though she hasn't told me why she's been more tired, more sensitive to my touch.
She thinks I don't know.
She forgets I am her Alpha.
