What a fool.
After lying unconscious for seven whole days, his first words were not "I'm in pain" or "Where am I?"
Instead, he asked whether I didn't want him anymore.
With great difficulty, he lifted a hand. His cold fingers caught the edge of my sleeve.
His grip was as weak as a kitten's paw, yet he refused to let go.
"Alpha..."
His voice was hoarse, but his tone was soft, almost coaxing.
"Please don't find someone else. I'll be good."
Something crashed hard against my chest, leaving it aching and swollen.
"Blake."
I gritted my teeth, but my eyes reddened first.
"Do you know how I survived these past seven days? You ran away without a word, leaving only a resignation letter. And now you are trying to act obedient in front of me?"
He shrank back at my shout and lowered his las
