Finally, Oula did indeed force the alpha’s paw. She came to a haly, and so did Veho moments later, ears laying flat against his skull. The silence weighed heavily upon his shoulders as the wind buffeted them both, throwing ice and large flakes of snow in every which way. Quite frankly, he almost preferred mother nature’s cruel winter trick to whatever the beta was playing at. This was not something he had been prepared to deal with. What was it she was trying to force from him?
His tail lashed once behind him, and only once as he wrinkled his nose (though no teeth were offered to the woman who’d borne him his children).
“I am deeply displeased,” he finally rumbled. “I am hurt. I am confused. Am I angry? I cannot be sure – as soon as I turn around, another woman turns up pregnant and no one as actually told me. It is all second-hand information, be it from the scent, or from the mouth of another.”
Finally, finally, a small growl rolled free. “This pack is falling down around my ears and I seem to be the only one who seems to fucking care that we are going to wind up with more pups than we can care for!” Oh, to howl like the wind, to rage like this winter storm. If only. “But being displeased and hurt and unhappy will accomplish nothing. So do get inside, Oula, before the weather gets worse.”