Alphas Like Us (Like Us, #3)

by Krista Ritchie

‘The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time.’”

“Dum spiro, spero.” I circled that phrase in my paperback. I know he took Latin in college, but I ask anyway, “You know what that means⁠—” “‘While I breathe,’” he translates, “‘I hope.’”

I’d sooner drop to my knees and scream, and then I’d dig my way back into his arms.

My dad raised me to be like Ryke. Because he loved his brother more than he loved himself.

“Dum spiro, spero,” he reads the Cicero quote. His eyes well up again. On a day that rocked us both, he said he loved that quote. It was a quiet moment inside a storm. The memory is as tranquil as the quote itself. While I breathe, I hope.