Young Alpha, Little Mate
The scent of fresh ink and old paper hung heavy in Alpha Hayden's office, a familiar comfort he barely registered as he stared at the stacks of paperwork. His mind, however, was miles away, still buzzing with the morning's news: his beautiful mate was pregnant. A quiet joy hummed beneath his skin, momentarily eclipsing the usual demands of pack leadership.
Suddenly, his Beta, Alex's, voice cut through the mental link, sharp and immediate. "Alpha, Mr. Micheals and his family just arrived."
"Be right there," Hayden mind-linked back, shutting down the connection. He'd been expecting them. A few months ago, Mr. Micheals, a renowned warrior, had requested a transfer to the Crescent Moon Pack. It was unusual, a warrior of his caliber leaving his pack, but Hayden had put his confusion aside, agreeing to the transfer process.
As he walked towards the receiving area, a nagging feeling settled in his gut. His research on the Micheals family had revealed a peculiar pattern: five pack transfers in three years. Wolves were pack animals; they rarely severed ties so easily. It was unsettling.
He rounded the corner and saw them. A bulky, imposing man stood beside a woman with a chillingly cold gaze. His Beta, Alex, stood nearby, his expression a clear mask of disapproval. And then Hayden saw her – a small girl behind them, no more than three, with hair as black as night and eyes an astonishing, vivid blue. She looked like a fragile porcelain doll, utterly out of place.
