MISSING MY MATE.
**
Chester.
The pack house is growing increasingly tense. Everyone says it is best to avoid me. I neither criticize nor blame them.
I can say that my rage has been out of control. I’m sure I’ve been torturing everyone recently since I’ve been missing her. Her aroma has completely vanished from the house, and I am left feeling empty because I spend the majority of my days in my room and office. I try to keep myself occupied, but it doesn’t seem to help.
“What if she hates me?” Ray lets out a snarl.
“What exactly are you talking about, Ray?”
“What if she never returns to us? What if she refuses to be our mate and queen?” He hissed angrily at me. “I advise you. I warn you, but you never pay attention.”
I roar in rage every time I recall how I lost my mate. I can’t hel
