She sobbed loudly as she clenched the sheets. She was mourning even though she still hadn't heard that Morgan might be dead or alive.
Her tears continued flowing as the thunder struck once again. It was raining heavily, and it looked like a typhoon was coming from their land.
“Morgan...” she called.
She didn't know why she needed to experience those hellish things in Jaxon's hands. What did she do wrong to him? Why did she need to be weak? She was an Alpha, the successor of their pack, but after she got connected with Jaxon, her life became miserable.
She lay on the bed and slowly curled her body when she hugged the soft pillows. She shook her head and kept uttering her son's name. She wanted to see Morgan, and she didn't even mind if Jaxon accepted Morgan or not.
‘It's Jaxon's fault.
