Alpha Abrahms was pacing in his office, Beta sitting on his couch and watching him quietly, “I’m growing restless, Beta. All I can think about is Melonie. She’s my mate, but she won’t accept it. I tried to give her space but I can’t focus, yet my attempts of being close to her are not working. She keeps walking away.”
“Alpha, if I may. I believe you have grown closer to her, although I understand it may not feel that way to you. At your first meeting she immediately fled, no? Now she is speaking with you at dinner, even if it may be little. She has allowed you to escort her to her room now,” He tries to point out the progress he has made, even if slow.
This just causes a frustrated sigh to leave the Alpha’s lips, “And as soon as she allowed me to walk her, she was no longer speaking wit
