Alex spun in anger, his fist colliding with the brick wall of the packhouse. He screamed out in pain as his knuckles broke easily under the pressure. His parents had once again managed to drive him to the edge and express their shame in him. Lane quickly came rushing out of the house, cradling Alex’s head in her hands and tentatively holding her palms over his crushed hand. He winced as his bones fused back together under the helpful healing powers his mate possessed.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m here.” Lane soothed, kissing along his bloody knuckles.
“Thank you.” He whispered, feeling tears burn his eyes and sobs overpower him.
“I got you. I got you.” Both of Lane’s arms came around Alex’s neck and pulled him in as close as she could. She smelt of sweet perfume, a dash of honey, and underneat
