Benson
Watching Rose walk away today with another alpha hurt me more than I had expected. How he held her and how her eyes softened when she looked at him pained me. In my years of being her mate, she never looked at me with such warmth in her eyes, and now it all belongs to another man. It shocked me so much that I stood up for a while.
“Alpha Benson,” Jolene calls me in a whiny voice.
“Yes,” I answer with a heavy voice.
“Do you think Rose clinging to the alpha was just her way of trying to make you jealous? They can’t possibly be mates.” She asks, her eyes focused on me as she scrutinizes me, tilting her head side to side.
“I don’t know, Jolene,” I tell her. I can’t stop thinking of the way he whispered in her ear and she giggled. Those giggles are meant to be mine, not for Hayes.
