My wolf had done nothing but whimper at the thought of them taking his mate away from him. In all honesty I hadn't expected myself to feel what I did the moment the Beta position was mentioned. It was as if something - a part of myself - was being torn out of me and I could do nothing to get it back. I hated the feeling and I never wanted to experience it again.
Falling back onto my bed and crossing my arms over my face, shielding the white moonlight that shone through the windows, I thought back to how my old life used to be. Parties every weekend, now I didn't want to go anywhere. Girls hanging off my every word like it was coated in honey. All I wanted was to get in, get off and f**k them off, but now it wasn't that easy. My wolf hated it of course, but there's nothing he can do about
