Archer’s P.O.V.
Last night had been f*****g torture. I had walked away from my mate, correction, I had run away from my mate, hoping that some space between us would give me some time to clear my head. To become calm and that way, I would have been able to figure out what I wanted, moving forward. What I wanted for my future. The options that I had were quite simple. Either I chose my mate along with her child, or I would let her go and reject her. But it had become quite clear to me, that the last option wasn’t even up for debate. Not in my heart anyway. I just wasn’t that kind of guy. I had waited for my mate… forever, really. The fact that she already had a kid sucked big time, and a part of my future would change because of it. We would never be able to share it as a ‘first’. My first
