~Louise~
The humid hospital air hung heavy, a suffocating blanket mirroring the weight in my chest. The playground, a cacophony of childish laughter and shrieks, faded out. Even the bright primary colours of the slides, swings and even the kiosk seemed to mock me.
I gripped the wheels of my chair, knuckles white, the cold metal a stark contrast to the burning shame that flushed through me.
No… No! I knew it! I had been right! It was all a game! Joseph had a mate, and Jo and Raine had been mistaken. So, so wrong! We were never mates. It was a lie, a carefully constructed charade built on pity. I was just a charity case, a project for the Alpha’s son, and nothing more.
His mate was the epitome of the perfect she-wolf. She was everything I wasn’t, everything a she-wolf should be. Tall and
