Alexander
The whole routine has become stale.
Meet a group of females who are either spies, terrified of me, or trying to manipulate their way into my bed. None of them are ever my mate.
It’s an endless loop of putting my wolf through the horrible thoughts people spiral through, wondering if this time I’ll lose control of him, if I’ll go on an unpredictable killing spree or have to kill some of the females who were planning to kill me.
Over and over and over. Like a sort of trauma that I can’t ever escape.
I’ve lost my taste for it. My enthusiasm toward meeting new females, my belief that my Luna will be hidden somewhere among them.
I don’t want to meet the next females who are not my mate.
Minister Coltain found me earlier to remind me that his daughter, Sophia, is among the P
