#Chapter8: A better Beta

Alaric A few days later. “I have news about Cara Wilson, sir.” My Gamma, George knocks on my office door. I gesture for him to enter and close the door behind him. “Well? Have you heard who fathered her child?” I return to signing the documents in front of me while he speaks. “Not exactly. I have it on good authority that Eamon Auburn is also investigating her, though.” The pen in my hand snaps in half. I’m irked by this news, and my muscles tense tightly, too tightly, before I can control myself. “That’s not all.” George clears his throat. “She’s not pregnant, sir. Her friend is an obstetrician at the hospital. Cara was there for a social visit.” I let out an exhale through my nose. “Relieved? Or disappointed she wasn’t carrying your young?” Grey mocks inside my head. “You know damn well it would spell nothing but doom and misfortune for her and the baby if that were the case. No, this is pure relief,” I chastise my wolf silently. “And yet I can taste you