Drew
I woke up alone, much like every morning for the past ten months—alone without Emery, my mate, the love of my life. The only difference today is that I woke up as Alpha of Crimson Moon Pack. I woke up in a strange packhouse, in a bed I’d never shared with Emery.
The only thing that settled me enough to sleep a little was Emery’s pillow and the last nightdress she wore in my presence. Her scent is still on them, even if it is fading.
Goddess, I miss my mate so much I can barely breathe, and it doesn’t get any easier as the days pass.
I drag myself out of bed, shower, brush my teeth, and dress for the day ahead. I decided on a navy suit and tie, a black dress shirt, and black dress shoes. I comb my hair, splash on some aftershave, and look at myself in the mirror. My blue eyes have
