#Chapter 73 The New Alpha

Aurora Jaxson works hard, too hard in my opinion, but he has been quiet the last few hours. I lay on the couch, my wounded leg still useless but my back healed with our mating mark finally back where it belongs, from who it belongs to. He helped with a burial for the lost pack members, but he won’t tell me who was killed in the royal raid. I can see him struggling to clear his mind, sweeping away the glass on the floor from the broken window of our hut. He is meticulous, and a little bit abrupt, stopping me when I lean forward to stand, his heavy hand find my shoulder and guiding me back down with just a stoic look. “What do you need?” he asks, his tone stiff. I motion for the kitchen, my mouth dry and my head light. “I was going to make some coffee,” I hum, seeing his dark eyes and wishing they would turn back to their real gentle blue color. “I just figured because we didn’t get to sleep and we probably won’t get to for a while…” He leans the broom against the wall and