#CHAPTER 132: Orphanage

Sarah POV I opened the earliest of Olivia’s journals, back when she was a teenager. I knew I wanted to hear about insecurities, but I didn’t care about my motives. Zane had given these to me to read, and I intended to read them all. I can’t believe how fun the moon hunt was, even thought I didn’t really participate. That will come later, I guess. I mean, that’s what people say. It’s so odd, my being groomed to be a pack alpha. I don’t want to be one. Who would? It’s all about signing this and speaking at that. It sounds horrible. And that’s only if I actually get to be a pack alpha and not the mate of a pack alpha. Can you imagine? OMG, that would really be the worst. I’d have to walk along behind the real pack alpha and bow and scrape and agree with anything they said. Would I ever be allowed to have my own opinion? And there’s the fact I would be the one bearing the children. Just how many would some pack expect me to bear? What if I didn’t actually want pups? The who