Alpha Arkon;
“No news about her yet?” My feet pace back and forth in my courtroom. My hands are pinned behind me.
“We are sorry, Alpha. We’ve searched every region. Asked questions. But no one knows a thing about her,” a warrior responds.
Showing my warriors a hand gesture above my shoulder, I order them to leave. They all bow their heads before leaving my presence.
“How long do you want to keep on tormenting yourself, Arkon,” Kael strolls closer, his hand pats my shoulder. “I understand how you feel even if I don’t have a mate. I'm your Beta. I can sense your pain. But I think it’s time you let her go. It’s been months already. Probably, she indeed died after being stabbed by the old man.”
“Shut it, Kael. Vynessa did not die. She can’t die. She has to live. We have a lot of unfinish
