Mason
I sat slouched at my desk, staring at the scattered documents in front of me. Laws, agreements, pack treaties, and anything else I could find that might get me out of this damn marriage. It felt like I'd been here for days—hell, I had been. The air in the room was stale, and my eyes burned from the endless hours of reading.
The pile of papers didn’t make any sense anymore, and my mind was in a fog, running on sheer willpower at this point. My wolf was restless, clawing at the surface, desperate for the comfort of our mate, but I refused to give in. I was punishing myself, staying locked up in here, pretending this was some kind of sacrifice. That if I just figured out the right legal loophole, I could make everything right.
But every page I turned only seemed to dig the hole deep
