“Evelyn … It’s not my choice to make,” he tells me as gently as he can, while I barely prevent myself from sobbing into the phone. Tears are already running down my cheeks and it takes me all my strength not to let him hear me breathe in through my stuffed nose.
“Then I guess you’ve told me everything,” I say through the lump in my throat. He lets out a heavy sigh, then grunts in despair.
“I can’t … I want to, but … He’s my future alpha, you know that,” he tries to explain, but I’m not here for it. The last hint of hope is long gone now, because he took it and crushed it between his fingers like an annoying fly.
“Goodbye, Marcus,” I whisper, barely able to keep the sobs in now. I put the phone away from my ear, covering my mouth with my hand.
“Evelyn, wait-” is the last thing I hear be
