With Much Love

ISAIAH

I stared at the note from my father as I sat in my office. My mind was tormented by the painful realization that I had failed yet again to protect those I loved. How could I be so blind, so naive, to not see the darkness lurking in my pack? 

The guilt was gnawing at my soul as I thought of Arias. He was innocent in all of this, and still, Alaia managed to dig her claws even deeper. The thought of my son enduring any kind of suffering inflicted by the hands of the woman who had vowed to love and cherish me was a burden too heavy to bear.

“Fuck!” 

I threw the chair across the room, lodging it into the wall. How could I call myself a father if I couldn’t do that? How could I call myself an Alpha if I couldn’t make the necessary decision to protect my peop