Chapter 85

Tyler. "I miss you too, Little One," I murmured softly as I pressed my lips against her forehead. The familiar scent of her hair, a blend of lavender and vanilla, enveloped me. I missed her so fucking much. But her sudden movement pulled me from my thoughts. "Wait," she said as she drew away from me, her expression one of confusion mixed with curiosity. "Did you just say you are the Alpha of Crest pack?" I hesitated, caught off guard by her question. I really didn't want to think about the impromptu decision I made regarding Crest pack. "Oh, about that..." I began. I grimaced inwardly, not particularly eager to delve into this conversation at this moment. "It was a decision I had to make, Arya. I couldn't risk losing you, not when you needed medical attention. So, I agreed. But it's a temporary position, love. Until they find someone else." Her gaze narrowed, a hint of accusation flickering in her eyes. "Temporary? You know as well as I do that being Alpha of Crest runs in your