Axton
3 days ago, my mate left me at the bottom of the stairs holding her ring in my hand, speechless. 3 days since I have held her. Smelled her. Touched her. She has kept our door locked and I haven’t pushed. If giving her space is what she needs, then I will give it to her. The empty plates outside of her door lets me know she is still alive. My silver lining of hope. Luckily I have a shower in my office with extra clothes. I don’t need a bed considering I haven’t slept since she has locked me out.
Today we are heading to meet with her family and the attorney to read her dad’s Will. I just got back from taking her breakfast. Normally the Omega’s help with that, but I wanted to be the one to deliver it to her with hopes she would open the door. Once again, my hopes were crushed. “Alph
