"The pack matters!" Riley hissed, and bit down into his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. "The pack matters," He repeated, his breath coming out in pants, "My mate matters, my pups matter-" He had seven, the oldest was a girl but the second oldest was a boy, and he was strong. "My boy matters-" He could manage being the alpha for his son, not to do away with the old ways, but to keep the pack strong enough to be worthy for him. "My fucking blood and sweat and all the bullshit I went through matters. It has to." His fear had to matter.
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