Linda's POV
"I can't believe you lost to Alex! I should have chosen you over him from the start," I paced impatiently in the living room, anger fueling my words. Andrew sat on the sofa, his eyes closed, his body wrapped in bandages. The blood stained the gauze, a vivid reminder of his injuries.
"How can you just sit there and do nothing? You were supposed to get the antler for yourself. I broke up with Alex and chose to be engaged to you because I believed you would become the next alpha. But now you've lost. Do you even understand what this means? The entire pack now sees Alex as superior to you! He has a better chance of becoming the next alpha," I raised my voice, desperate for Andrew to grasp the gravity of the situation.
But he remained still, his eyes closed as if oblivious to my words. Was he even asleep? How could he sleep at a time like this?
