GRAYSON
"Gray," she says with determination, my heart twinging in my chest at her use of the nickname she gave me. "I want to know if you will go on a date with me?"
Hope. There is always hope.
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2 years ago
"Thank you for coming" I say for the umpteenth time, shaking the Alpha's hand.
The last of the mourners exits the graveyard, leaving me standing alone, staring at the wooden box that holds my favourite person in the world. My father.
The funeral was hard, but I managed to hold it together, as an Alpha should. Show no weakness, not even in the face of death. Luckily I can compartmentalise quite well. Locking away my grief to deal with when I'm alone. And I am alone now. My mother died giving birth to me, leaving my grieving father to raise his newborn son all b
