The Alpha's Broken Promise Building My Own den

When Ryan White returned from his night shift at the clinic, I set a plate of his favorite tomato basil pasta on the table.

I was eager to tell him the good news: my mom had finally agreed to let me stay in the pack.

Instead, he dropped his med kit heavily onto the table and said with sheer exhaustion, "I marked her."

"What?" Confusion froze me in place.

"The new female wolf. I marked her. She told me she's pregnant, and I have to take responsibility."

My voice trembled. "Then what about the eight years I spent by your side?"