Eighteen years ago….
“Am I not enough for you?” I had caught him several times this week with her photo in hand and a far away look, and he had hardly came in the bedroom anymore, I spend most of the night alone after I have taken care of the pups and put them to bed, at first I thought it was the pack work and I understood that it took too much time to sort out things, because more and more werewolves were coming out of hiding and seeking refuge in the island, and as the first alpha it was his responsibility to help, to give them a roof over their heads and provide for them, but the moment I get in his office he was on the leather chair looking at her photo, at first I didn’t mind it was his true mate after all but I felt like I didn’t exist the more time I saw him staring at it with te
