Chapter eighty

ALPHA ALEXANDER’s POV…

“Little Breeche!” I called out as I looked around the strange place I was in.

It seemed like I had just left the woods and was now in front of a stream, about to cross to the other side.

I could recall the battle, how everything had gone but that that was all. I looked on my skin, I could see the scars from the battle, but I didn’t feel any of the pain as I was so close to the river.

What was going on, and where was my little breeche? I didn’t have any weapons on me and that was strange because I could swear that I never went anywhere without a silver knife at least.

I looked around the place. Maybe I was headed back to the pack? Maybe if I crossed the river, I’d be able to return to the pack because the other side looked very beautiful. It looked like it belonged to royalty compared to this side that I was on.

“Ever since the doctor said that, Alpha Alexander, you know, I have been praying that it is me…..” I paused the moment I heard that voice.

My little bre