“Just Mr. Reed,” I replied evenly.
Mr. Reed is the current Alpha from my previous pack after my father resigned. Ethan is not on good terms with him although they are trying to be civilised in pack meetings.
"Ah," he muttered, already distracted. He barely paid attention anymore, his thoughts constantly elsewhere—probably on her.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t cry or scream like I used to when he brushed me off. Instead, I opened my phone and quietly started drafting my resignation letter. My mind was made up.
Ethan glanced at the empty spot on the nightstand where his usual cup of tea should’ve been. For the first time in seven years, I hadn’t made it for him. He finally looked at me, confusion crossing his face.
“I showed your CT scan to a specialist,” he said casually. “It’s nothing serious and it was just a minor injury. Make sure to keep the wound dry.”
I stared at him, unblinking. The wound he referred to was a deep gash in my leg, requiring eight stitches, the result of the rogue attack. Worse still, I’d found out that I had been four weeks pregnant—our pup had gone before I even had a chance to protect it.