Part One Hundred and Eleven

“I haven’t been a particularly good Alpha these last two years. Perhaps it is time for me to step down and for someone else to take the reins.” This wasn’t my father. This was some man, not an Alpha and not Malachi Sinclair. This was not the man that had taught me never to give up on anything.

I was shocked beyond words. “We never give up! Isn’t that what you’ve taught me my whole life?”

Malachi didn’t answer me and I could see that he truly believed himself to be a terrible Alpha. The events leading up to that explosion wasn’t his fault just like it wasn’t the fault of anyone else other than Adrian.

“When are we supposed to attend this claim?” I looked at the papers again and found the date to answer James.

“Friday night.”

Malachi stood up and retreated to his study, leaving us in the kitchen with no answers and no plan. I felt restless and I was itching to let off some steam, maybe even punch something, but I had to be the Alpha in Malachi’s stead now and come up with a plan. The on