Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Sadie

Raven and I sat side by side in the large conference room. Last night, before Alec left my room after kissing Aspen goodnight, he had reminded me of today's meeting. Something that I had completely forgotten

The room was quiet, thick with silence and tension that sat heavy on everyone's shoulders. We'd been here for ten minutes already, just waiting.

I leaned back in the stiff chair and glanced around the table.

Jason looked like he hadn't slept in two days, which was probably true. His eyes were shadowed, his jaw tight, and even his posture was beginning to slump with the weight of exhaustion. Micah sat beside him, silent, arms crossed, staring at the table like he was mentally running through every scenario he'd already played out a hundred times.

And Raven... Raven was unreadable, but I noticed the way she kept clenching her fists beneath the table, the way her foot tapped a quiet rhythm against the stone floor. She was trying to keep her control in check. Trying to hold herself together like the rest of us.

This whole operation was bleeding us dry. Slowly. Quietly.

I dragged my eyes to the last person in the room-Alec.

He hadn't said a word since we sat down. Just stared ahead, brows drawn, hands folded on the table in that way that made it look like he had complete control. Like he was calm. But I'd seen through that look before. I knew the set of his jaw meant he was grinding his teeth. That his foot tapped once, quiet and low, every time he was stressed.

He was tired too. But he wouldn't show it.

like this-worn down and

the way my breath caught in

under my skin, begging to be let out. Heat burned low in my

me. It made me feel out

full moon,

It was him.

hated that the bond made me want

my throat. I could feel the start of heat building already.

close, I was a damn flame waiting to

Can he feel the effects the oncoming full

breath through my nose, trying to steady myself, trying to be something other than just a body that craved his. There was too much at stake. Too many lives

bond to take precedence.

of relief when the door creaked open, snapping

The Elders had arrived.

room. No greetings. No wasted time. Just the rustle of coats, the

One of them-Elder Orion-leaned forward, folding his weathered hands