"Oh, please, guys," I scoffed, "That's treason, my father is literally alive," I added, snatching the clothes from Thomas, my father's Beta.
His eyes travelled past my shoulders and rested on Naya. I watched as his brows arched for a moment, taken in by her dishevelled appearance, before turning and whispering something to one of the maids who came with him.
"The Alpha is worried sick, of course," Thomas said when he turned back to me. "And you're Alpha, Hansel. Just because you've refused to take up your duties doesn't make you less than one."
"I am not an Alpha," I said vehemently, "I renounced that title a long time ago. There are so many men in this family that would willingly take it up, no questions asked."
One of the healers—an older woman named Maris—stepped forward. "Are you injured, Alpha? Though no one was able to spot you last night, are you still in pain?"
"I'm fine," I assured her. "Minor wounds, nothing serious."
