Jaxson
I never had many friends growing up. I was the Alpha’s son, the one fated to be the king of the royal pack one day, and it’s hard to imagine anyone wanting to be that guy’s friend. I was always seen as stern, as solid, but truthfully, I’ve never felt more broken.
Part of me wishes I made more friends growing up. Everyone thinks my mate is deceased and now, she very well could be dead; she rejected me outright. I’ve never known ache like this. Not having her just through the link alone makes my body sore. I want her to hear me, to feel my warmth, and I want her to feel safe.
Now we may never have any of that.
“Son,” my father calls in the doorway.
I haven’t left her room in what feels like ages. I need her scent back into my life so I sleep here, but in turn I slowly cover t
