Where did this little wolf pup come from?
"Sir, please hurry! I can't hold it in anymore!" Jared's small hands gripped the fabric of Elliot's pants, his little face flushed with urgency and innocence. My wolf senses flared immediately every instinct in me recognized the urgency, the helplessness, and the unspoken trust he placed in this Alpha before him.
Elliot's voice rumbled low, calm yet commanding. "Alright, I'll take you there." Even in his measured tone, there was an unmistakable pull of dominance, a pack instinct that told the boy he was safe.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding. Elliot bent smoothly, lifting Jared into his arms as though the boy weighed nothing, his stride confident, full of Alpha energy that made even the air around him tense with authority. I could feel it reverberating in my chest the primal presence of the pack Alpha, steady and protective.
