Alpha Terrell's POV
I focused on getting Angel down from the horse without dropping her, or waking her. She was heavier than she looked - not in a bad way, just fitting and perfect for me. My hands spanned her waist easily and I managed to lift her down, cradling her against my chest. Her head lolled onto my shoulder, that maddening vanilla scent enveloping me again.
Focus, Terrell.
With my heightened hearing, I caught the murmur of voices as my generals spread the word through our small camp. I could pick out individual responses - confusion, disbelief, barely suppressed laughter.
"You're joking."
"Bellick is the Alpha? Since when?"
"This is the stupidest plan I've ever heard."
"Wait, so who's the real Alpha pretending to be?"
"A friend, apparently."
More laughter. More skepticism.
Let them doubt. They'd follow orders regardless.
