Alpha Roan.
Two weeks later.
"Roan, please. You can't continue to lock yourself behind closed doors." Cynthia’s voice is from the other side of my office door. It's not just her out there; I can hear the shuffling of others too.
I look away from the scattered bottles of whiskey on the rug. Walking out onto the balcony, I hold the railing and look down at the entirety of the pack house. For two weeks, I've been trapped in a cage of my own making.
Virgin. Meluna. Innocent. Hybrids. Mind link.
A mantra. More than once, she tried to tell me. I disgraced her the first time, tearing her clothes and letting my own Beta look over her body. A body I, as her mate, should have protected above all else.
I threw her to John like she was a common w***e. If he had been any other man, he would have
