Blake
They say one can control their destiny but not their fate.
The pitiful irony behind that statement.
I stare at the empty beer bottle in front of me. Judging by the bottles scattered on the floor, I’m at least half a case deep. Still though, I feel nothing.
I’m void of emotion. Maybe that’s the problem, maybe I just want to feel something… anything. My mind reels back to Alpha Jakob and all the lives he’s managed to destroy, including that of his own daughter. If my father knew that I even had an inkling of who my fated mate was, I know he’d fight me until to end to accept my fate.
He has no remorse, no mercy to any of those that surround him. I think about the shifters call him Alpha. That’s not an Alpha.
An Alpha stands for integrity. An Alpha would sacrifice everything fo
