“Don’t cry,” Victor whispers to me, using his thumbs to brush the tears from my cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, shaking my head and looking down at his chest. “I’m just so…I want to be done – I want to go home – I want to take our boys home and start to live our lives again -”
“I know, sweetheart,” he says, his voice incredibly gentle, full of understanding. “But just a little more. Can’t you feel it? We’re almost there.”
But honestly, I can’t feel it. I am so tired. I had put all of my hopes on this meeting, on the woman fixing us. And here we were – we knew more, yes, and we still had each other - but I just feel so weak. So tired.
Sensing my frustration, my weakness, Victor holds me close against him and lets me cry until I’m out of tears. He knows me well, this man, my Alpha, my a
