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Eleven

Yasmin’s heart raced, her mind filling with the possibility of escape. “You mean… I could leave with them?” Kamira’s grip tightened, grounding Yasmin as she continued, “It’s risky, but yes. You’ll stow away with the supplies. No one will know you’re there. They’ll drop you off at a checkpoint outside the territory, and from there, you’ll be on your own. It won’t be easy, Yasmin, but it’s a chance to start fresh.” The words sank in, and Yasmin felt tears pricking her eyes. It was a dangerous plan, but it was a plan—a way out, a chance for freedom. She squeezed Kamira’s hand, gratitude spilling over. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “Thank you, Kamira. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Kamira smiled softly, brushing a tear from Yasmin’s cheek. “You’re stronger than you know, Yasmin. You may not feel it now, but I see it in you. And I’ll be here for you, every step of the way.” For the first time in a long while, Yasmin felt a glimmer of hope. She le

Twelve

To Be An Alpha's /Amah G.

A little over a month had passed, days blurring together as Yasmin carefully stuck to the routine she'd created. With each sunrise, she counted herself one step closer to leaving the Moonbeam Pack behind. No one had noticed the secret she held close—her pregnancy was still hidden, thanks to her small frame. But every night, as she lay alone, she felt the faintest flutter, a reminder that it wasn’t just her anymore. Now, it was noon, and Yasmin sat cross-legged on the floor of her cramped little room in the omega quarters, her heart pounding as she counted out the crumpled bills she’d managed to save. The sunlight slanted through the dusty window, illuminating each worn note and coin she had scraped together from endless shifts and side jobs. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had, and tomorrow, she would need it to survive. She took a slow breath, biting her lip as she looked at the pile. Was this enough? Would it get her far enough away, to a place where the pack couldn’t reach her?

Thirteen

To Be An Alpha's /Amah G.

The days drifted by in a quiet, relentless rhythm as Raz drove from one territory to the next. For nearly two days at a time, they would travel through empty stretches of forest and winding roads, stopping only to refuel or for Raz to complete exchanges at allied packs. Yasmin stayed hidden during these stops, watching from the shadows as Raz oversaw the quiet transfers of crates and supplies. Each mile felt like another piece of her old life crumbling away, though a gnawing uncertainty still haunted her.At first, Raz had insisted she stay out of sight in the trunk, but as they ventured farther from Moonbeam Pack, he gestured for her to move to the back seat. She’d hesitated, almost surprised by the kindness of the offer, but the chance to sit upright in the warmth of the seat was too tempting to refuse. Now, Yasmin sat in the back while Raz drove, his silence a steady, familiar presence beside her.Throughout the days, he would share food without a word, passing her hunks of cheese

Fourteen

To Be An Alpha's /Amah G.

As Yasmin and Raz made their way up north, Yasmin realized this was the first time she’d ever left the Moonbeam Pack. That Pack had been her entire world—every face, every place, all so familiar yet stained with painful memories. Now, she was finally leaving it all behind: the loneliness, the sadness, the struggles. She was starting over, not just for herself but for the little life growing inside her, the unexpected gift that gave her a new purpose. Their journey was mostly quiet, but Yasmin didn’t mind. Each day, she felt a sense of freedom, like she was seeing the world for the first time. She’d never really thought about what was beyond the boundaries of Moonbeam, and now, each new landscape and face felt like something out of a dream. She wasn’t involved in Raz’s supply trades with the other Packs, but she kept her eyes open, taking in everything around her. As the days stretched into weeks, and then into two months, she felt herself changing. The scenery constantly shifted—fr

Fifteen

To Be An Alpha's /Amah G.

Yasmin woke to a strange calmness, blinking against the faint moonlight that slipped through the cracks in the old wooden shutters. For a moment, she lay there, unsure of what had pulled her from the heavy veil of sleep. It took her a moment to realize: the day was already gone. Night had fallen. She pushed herself upright slowly, feeling the clarity of true rest spread through her limbs. It felt foreign, like wearing someone else’s skin. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept more than a few hours at a time, always getting up before dawn to work until her hands ached and her mind was too tired to think. Now, as she sat alone in this quiet room, she felt—for once—fully awake. A soft knock sounded at the door, and her pulse quickened. Yasmin took a breath and went to answer it, opening the door to find Raz standing there, his expression as impassive as ever, the dim candlelight catching on his sharp features. He held a tray with two steaming bowls of stew and a rough hunk of

Sixteen

To Be An Alpha's /Amah G.

The van jostled along a winding mountain road, the landscape unfolding like a painted tapestry outside Yasmin’s window. She held a map in her hands—given to her by Leo as they started the new leg of her journey—and she’d spent the past hours studying the clusters of small towns and packs that dotted the valley, nestled between rugged mountain ranges and fields that stretched wide and green under the open sky.One town in particular caught her eye: Thistlethorn Pack, tucked in a forested hollow along the mountainside. There was a simplicity in its description, a humble quiet she found herself drawn to. She traced her finger over the name and glanced at Leo.“I think I’ll stop at Thistlethorn,” she said, her voice quiet but resolute.Leo gave a grunt of acknowledgement, keeping his eyes on the road. “Solid choice. Quiet folk, from what I hear. They keep to themselves, but you’d probably get some peace there.”And so, their journey continued, five days of steady driving with periodic sto

Seventeen

To Be An Alpha's /Amah G.

SEVEN YEARS LATER. The guards stationed at the grand double doors bow their heads and open them, stepping aside as Zaid prowls into the room, his presence as commanding as his title. The low murmur of voices ceases instantly, and everyone present angles their necks in submission, acknowledging their Alpha. Without breaking stride, Zaid waves for Khal, his Beta, to continue. Khal, unflinching, nods and returns his gaze to the large map splayed out on the table, various areas marked with colored pins that indicate recent alliances and ongoing strategies. “Eastern packs have accepted the alliance terms, Alpha,” Khal announces, gesturing to sections of the map. “We’ve managed to secure a mutual defense with the packs in the Harrowfield and Larchwood regions.” He traces a finger across the pins clustered near the eastern border. “This leaves us only the small-town packs around the western territories. We’ll be sending envoys out to negotiate peaceful terms, but there may be a few relucta

Eighteen

To Be An Alpha's /Amah G.

The small market hums with life, each stall a miniature world of color and sound. Yasmin maneuvers through the bustling crowd, her woven basket balanced on her hip. The familiar faces of vendors greet her from all sides, some calling out with friendly waves or snippets of conversation as she passes.“Yasmin! Morning!” calls out Farid, the vegetable vendor, a broad grin lighting up his wrinkled face as she approaches his stall. He gestures proudly to the spread of produce before him. “Carrots, fresh as this morning’s dew. And the best cabbage you’ll find in the whole market.”“Good morning, Farid.” Yasmin greets quietly, her smile warm. “Your carrots always are the best.” She gestures to a bright, orange bunch and adds, “I'll have this bunch of carrots and a cabbage, too.”Farid, never one to miss an opportunity, places the vegetables in her basket with a practiced flourish. “Ten silvers,” he says, lifting his chin as if to say it’s a fair deal.Yasmin raises an eyebrow, crossing her a

Nineteen

To Be An Alpha's /Amah G.

Yasmin pushes through the doors of the Thistlethorn school, her heart racing as she enters the hall. She spots Zephyr immediately, standing with his head down beside Woyi and two other boys. Headmaster Chuso stands before them, arms crossed, his face a mixture of frustration and disappointment as he addresses the boys.Without waiting, Yasmin rushes forward. “Headmaster Chuso, what happened?”Chuso looks up, exhaling heavily. “Miss Yasmin, it seems your son and these other boys were involved in a fight. We don’t tolerate this kind of behavior here, and I’m honestly disappointed in all of them.”Yasmin turns to Zephyr, her eyes scanning his face. “Zephyr, is this true? Were you fighting?” She asks quietly.Zephyr’s face tightens, but he doesn’t look away. “Yes, Mama, but I had a reason. Bayen, Tomar, and Niko”—he glances around as if searching for the missing boy—“they’ve been picking on Woyi for weeks. I told them to stop, but they wouldn’t listen.”Bayen scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Pi

Twenty

To Be An Alpha's /Amah G.

When Yasmin and Zephyr finally reach home, Yasmin closes the door softly behind them, the quiet click echoing in the small space. She walks into the living room, drops her market basket on the floor, and sinks onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Zephyr hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting between her and the floor, before he sits down beside her.Yasmin glances over at him, her face softening. “Zephyr, I need you to tell me what really happened today,” she says gently. “No more holding back.”Zephyr fidgets, rubbing his palms against his knees. “It was… like I told you, Mama. They were bullying Woyi. They kept calling him names, taking his lunch. And I’d warned them before.”Her gaze roves over him. “And the dead patch on the field… do you have any idea what caused it?”Zephyr’s shoulders stiffen, and he looks away, his face clouded with hesitation. Yasmin reaches over, putting a gentle hand on his arm. “Zephyr,” she says softly, “please. You don’t need to hide anything from me. I j

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