Chapter 43. The Alpha Struggle

Bobby Meechum's POV

Sulphur River Pack House

I followed my mate and my child into the Pack House as my Mom led her to the guest room. "Bobby, to my office," my Dad sent.

I stopped, looking at the closed door, then turned around and walked into the Alpha Wing and to my father's office. A T-shirt and basketball shorts were on the floor outside, so I shifted and put them on. I knocked on his door and went in. "Welcome home, son," he said as he hugged me. "Still playing puppy?"

I nodded. "She's skittish, Dad. She's had a rough time of it, and it hasn't been over for long." I had talked to my Mom about it on the flight down, and I filled him in on what I had learned from her talks with Randall. "Two weeks ago, she was being dr****d and held as a prostitute," I finished. "I'm amazed she's even functioning."

"She has strength, she will push through this. She has her child now, she will do it for him."

"I hope so."

"She needs her mate, Bobby."