You paced the room back and forth, folding and folding your hands over and over again. Moving from one wall to the other.

Stop. Pivot. Turn. Walk. Repeat.

You 're alphas had yet to return and the longer you wait the more your anxiety spiked.

Your thoughts running wild, becoming harder to contain.

You hoped that your alphas would bring back good news. You prayed for it. But a part of you knew that they would not be able to convince the elders to drop their request ' well in a way it seemed more like a demand ' which further your belief that they would not be swayed.

They

hated

you.

They hated you before they even knew you.

They didn 't care what you had to say or what you had done ' because you had dark

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