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I was in the middle of nowhere, alone without a single member of my pack that I trusted.

Who did I have other than my father anyway? Leo? As much as I’d like to think so, he would use this moment of weakness against me, just like all the others, even if his reason would be completely different.

“No one can know,” I muttered as I dug my nails into his back. “No one can know about this. If they find out…if they knew I was a pathetic excuse for an alpha…”

I was starting to get choked up and the tears were soaking into his shirt.

Even if I pretended like this never happened, the evidence of it would be right there on his skin, proving I was a walking shitshow.

“No one’s going to find out,” he murmured against my hair. “I won’t tell anyone.”

Why? What was in it for him? Why wouldn’t he take advantage of this situation to get what he wanted? He was analpha– at the very least, he should be using this moment to establish his rank and dominance.

I deserved it after all. I wasn’t even a real alpha. I was just putting on the performance of a lifetime and always have been.

Yeah, I was physically strong when I had alpha pheromones and I worked out like my life depended on it to make up for anything I might be lacking, but always having to be the one taking care of others and telling them what to do…

I enjoyed it, but there were times I felt exhausted.

Not that it mattered.

I couldn’t afford to be exhausted. I couldn’t afford to let someone else take care of me.

Fingers on the side of my neck shifted and I realized in a daze that he was checking my pulse.

“Your heart rate has calmed down and your breathing is better.” Soren pulled back slightly and checked my face with a concerned expression. “Can I take a look at you now? I want to make sure nothing’s broken.”

I searched his eyes, feeling weirdly calm. My head was buzzing and I felt numb, kind of like I did when I shoved everything down and ignored any emotion I couldn’t deal with at the moment, but this was different.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Soren released me to pull off his backpack with quick, sure movements. He pulled out a wet wipe first and started cleaning off my face. “You don’t seem to be bleeding anywhere, but I’m going to clean off any exposed skin, okay?”

“Okay.” I watched him wipe down my arms, feeling strangely docile. Was this the effect of his pheromones or was I just that out of it from the panic and shock?

He finished with my arms and then searched my face again, clearly worried.

Exhaustion overtook me and I couldn’t keep up the performance anymore.

My head dropped and my body slumped. The sound of my forehead hitting his chest was loud, but I didn’t bother to move or explain.

I didn’t have to do this by myself.

Soren would do damage control and I could worry about him telling someone what he’d seen later.

For now, I was safe.

CHAPTER 26

Soren

My veins were buzzingwith adrenaline and I swallowed down a growl. Frankie couldn’t deal with me if I freaked out right now. Not in this state.

I checked her pulse again, but it was steady and rhythmic, almost perfect for a resting heart rate.

Unlike the quick, panicky rhythm from earlier.

Her breathing was fine and she didn’t smell quite as terrified anymore.

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