Ch. 115 SLEEPLESS NIGHT

Alpha Michael’s POV

I took another bite of the hastily assembled sandwich, my gaze drifting to the courtyard outside my window. A crowd of angry pack members had gathered, their faces covered by protective masks as they displayed placards, their demands echoing through the cold night air.

"We want our old Alpha back!"

"The temporary Alpha must step down!"

With a sigh, I released the curtain, the fabric falling back into place. I didn't have the manpower to disband them—not with our warriors weakened by that damned toxin.

A pair of slender arms encircled my waist, and I felt Jasmine's soft boobs press against my back. Her familiar floral scent filled my senses, but I found myself strangely unmoved, my focus trained solely on the discouraging job at hand.

My phone chose that moment to ring, the screen lighting up with an unfamiliar number. Bracing myself, I answered, praying it was the Duskfall Alpha I had been trying to reach.

To my relief, the gruff voice on the other end confirmed my