Archer’s POV
I feel for the mate-bond tether to my little mate to know where I need to go to find her. Feeling that she is in my suite, our suite I suppose, melts some of my intense anger and protectiveness, knowing she is safe and secure.
I sprint up the steps almost knocking Melanie down as I pass her on the steps. She grabs onto the front of my shirt as I pull her up by her waist. Her wide scared eyes make me feel like a shitty alpha, I cannot let my fear for my mates safety cause me to endanger my other pack members. Especially not Wil’s sister, someone I consider to be my family.
“You okay Melanie?” I ask as I release her waist, but her fear has her still clinging to my shirt.
“Uh yeah, I guess. I thought I was going to fall down the stairs.” I see the tears hover on
