AMARA’S POV

The last time I attended the Annual Gathering of Alphas was the year my father died. I had Elian by my side and was only a few months pregnant with Jules.

But I wasn’t showing then.

I made head turns and men whisper. Because for the first time in history, the new alpha wasn’t a man, but a woman. A pregnant woman.

Many of them spoke of my downfall, they mocked and laughed at me behind my back. Yet, that was everything they could do. Behind my back.

Tonight, I may not be ...