Dereka pov

I watched as Alpha Abel walked over to the microphone, and my heart raced in my chest with nervous anticipation. He began to recite the words of the poem I had written down, this poem was personal, it was about my life and how I was thrown away by Tristan, my mate, the man who was supposed to love and cherish me. Well, it doesn't matter now, I don't need him, I can fend for myself and the baby growing inside me.

As I listened to the words from Alpha Abel's lips, for a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of his voice...