THORNE
My wolf was trying to kill me, literally.
Every time I shifted, it fought for control, snapping and snarling, trying to break free and run, run to her, to Sera.
The wolf didn't care about politics or the Council or pack survival, It only knew I'd rejected our mate and it wanted her back.
I gripped the edge of my desk, forcing my breathing to steady as another wave of pain ran through me. The mate bond or what was left of it, felt like broken glass in my chest, cutting deeper with every breath.
Two months, It had been two months since the rejection and I was dying.
"Alpha Thorne?"
I looked up to see Vivian in my office doorway. She wore a soft blue dress that probably cost more than most pack members made in a year. Her hair was perfectly styled, her makeup flawless.
She loo
