Today marked my twentieth birthday, but I barely felt the excitement or joy that should accompany such a milestone.
My father had called to wish me a happy birthday, but his words felt hollow amidst the emptiness that surrounded me.
Turning twenty without a mate was a significant issue, and here I was, facing it alone.
I hesitated about joining the pack for breakfast in the dining hall. The thought of mingling with everyone while feeling so disconnected was daunting.
In the end, I chose to stay in my room and had the omegas bring my meal to me. After eating, I curled up in bed, expecting that Alpha Adam might send for me to attend training. But no one came.
I showered and slipped into my pyjamas, feeling more at ease in my solitude. I ordered a large bowl of ice cream through the
