Braxton POV
With numbness, Brax watched the omegas run around with flowers, chairs and an arc with white roses. They passed him by as he stood in the pack house garden, watching them set up for his mating ceremony, and it meant nothing to him. Nothing at all.
After he’d told the council to set it up, they couldn’t move fast enough, nearly tripping over their own feet. And that included Talia and her father—they were the worst.
But he couldn’t deny Talia would make a good Luna. The pack respected her, she cared, she did her duties…everything looked good on paper. It really did. But Brax… he didn’t love her, and he never would.
He had loved Amber so deeply, so truly. She’d been his true love, the mother of his child. A warrior Luna. The pack had loved her, grieved her, along with him…and
