Storm
Three days.
It had been three days since the girls and I had returned to university, and I was already beginning to wonder if coming back had been a mistake.
I had tried to slip back into our old routine. Classes. Studying. Music. Running. Laughing with the girls.
Normal.
That was what I wanted.
Unfortunately, normal had become almost impossible.
Because no matter what I was doing, one person seemed to occupy every corner of my mind.
Alpha Doyle.
I thought about him when I woke up.
I thought about him during class.
I thought about him when I tried to write music.
I thought about him when I went to sleep.
Hell, I was pretty sure I even dreamed about him.
The mate bond wasn’t helping.
If anything, it seemed to be getting stronger by the hour, and being away from him was
