Damon

“I’m going to miss you, Daddy,” Lisa said, tugging at my clothes. I squatted so we could be the same height before lifting her up and placing a kiss on her cheek. “I’m going to miss you too, baby,” I replied.

Today was D-day, and we were heading to the camp, where we were supposed to wait in readiness for the upcoming Alpha of Alpha’s contest and election.

Every contesting Alpha could only bring one she-wolf, who he was expected to share the bed with, and she must either be ...