*Dion*
I have seen her every night for two weeks, although when she has a ball to attend, our hours together are fewer. Yet it isn't enough. It is never enough.
Whenever we speak of the future, it is always in the context of my plans, what I want to do with my life. Never hers because we both know what her future holds: marriage to an Alpha, providing him with an heir. The thought of another man touching her will send such despair through me that I don’t know how I will survive it.
I can not help but wonder if it will be as awful for her, if she will close her eyes and pretend that I am the one hovering over her, joining my body to hers, thrusting into her, spilling my seed.
I can’t imagine having my life planned out for me from the moment I was born. If my father hadn't taken me to Ma
