13. Draka's POV
I am crying and begging, but no one is listening to me.
My tears mean nothing to the Alpha, it never has. It's even worse now that he has many reasons to hate me more.
“Please, Rowan , if you can just listen to me.” I choke on my tears. “Even if you hate me, you should love your son. Please, don't take us back with you. We have a life here.”
Elliot is sitting in the front with him. He has his hand propped against his chin as he looks out of the window.
It's either he has suddenly become deaf, or he isn't bothered by my tears at all.
Rowan drives us to another location, taking us to parts of the city that I have not been to in years.
My son, Emmett, doesn't understand what's going on. I put on his headphones and gave him his iPad. I hope that will buy me enou
