Few years ago when Sam took over the pack and became the alpha he used to wonder in the woods from time to time to clear his head, it’s hard being the alpha and making sure that fifteen men and some of their imprints are okay well fed and bonding

One of the times that he was in the woods in his wolf form he saw a girl laying on a bench and when their eyes locked he saw it, their future

He saw them both in the yard of the pack house laughing and running around, then he saw them in the beach just looking at each other and the last image was her pregnant

When he went back to reality he knew she felt it too and that she was a werewolf too, he walk to her in his big black wolf form and carefully laid his head on her lap

And that was the beginning of you, the alpha and his wife

One night at the pack house, after hours of tension and unspoken words, Sam finally pulled you aside. His hands trembled slightly, not from fear of battle but from the fear of losing control of his feelings. He cupped your face, whispering that he couldn’t hold back anymore. And then—he kissed you, not once, not twice, but all over your face. Your forehead, your cheeks, your jawline. It wasn’t neat, it wasn’t careful—it was desperate, raw, and full of the need to show you how much you meant to him.