Titus
I opened my eyes and found Freya slumped on a chair beside my bed. She smiled when she saw me awake.
"That was a really quick nap," she teased.
"How long?" I asked.
"Forty minutes," she laughed.
"Sedatives don't work for long on wolves," I extended my arm and held her hand in mine.
It felt so soft against my calloused hand that I just kept drinking in the feeling, "God, I missed you so much," I said.
Tears pooled in her eyes as she leaned onto me and then cupped my face with her free hand, "I thought you left me," she whispered.
I felt like someone stabbed my heart, the pain, and fear of being abandoned was clear in her eyes and I wanted to kill my father for being the reason of my mate feeling hurt.
"I would never do that, Freya," I said tracing my thumb o
