“I’m sorry Fallon. Alpha,” he said and then bowed to my father. He left my room. I cried. My father sat on my bed and held me.
“Looks like mom didn’t see this coming,” I said in between my sobs. My father started to rock me back and forth like I was a child.
“Everything will be okay,” he said as he stroked the back of my hair. I sobbed into my father’s shirt. Drenching it in my tears. This is a moment fathers dream of having with their daughter, letting her know that she can come to you, but under different circumstances. I finally cried myself to exhaustion. It was a weirdly nice sleep. That moment when you are just so exhausted and get to sleep on for many hours to only wake up energized. But I still did not feel like doing anything. I felt like my life was falling apart. I had a ch
