Chapter 121. A Bastard Pup

That’s all I was.

That’s all I would ever be.

Alpha had allowed me to live. My new-born life in his hands, just a few breaths old, and still wet from my mother’s womb, he chose my fate. He gave me the gift of life.

But his gift had not been without cruelty.

He made sure of it...

I was allowed to breathe, but I, along with my mother, had been shunned. Throughout the whole life we were labelled outcasts, forced to live and watch the tightly-knit, loving pack family...

...but never allowed to be a part of it.

Torment. I could think of no better word to describe being an outcast for as social a creature as a wolf. Wolves thrived on their connection with other wolves. But not me. All my life, the only feeling I knew was loneliness. It consumed me, like a festering sore, eating me from the inside, out.

I would forever pay for the sins of my father, whoever the hell he was. My mother had refused to even speak of him.

And then