Chapter Fifty Three

Weak. It was one word I refused to be associated with.

Growing up, I knew I had to be strong, not just physically but, mentally.

As an Alpha you had people depend on you for their safety.

They looked to you for console and decisions that were in their best interest.

I knew the moment, I was told there was a hunter on pack grounds they would have to be taken care of.

I couldn’t risk the safety of my people. It was my job to protect them.

1 life for the survival of hundreds. This wouldn’t be the first time I killed and surely not the last.

“Alpha, we’re ready. Leila has her strapped down ” Henry said.

“Okay, let’s get this done” I said standing up from my desk.

I lead the way out of my office and over to the dungeons.

When I entered the cell to see Rose hooked up and secured to the bed I knew it was something I’d never forget.

“Hello Alpha” Leila greeted.

“Hi. Are we ready?” I asked glancing to Rose. Her face was one of stone and it just showed her character.

She was a woman that wouldn