I didn’t let myself cry as I grabbed my trench coat and car keys. Why is that when our mating ceremony is approaching nearer, he’d been indulging himself in the liquor more?
Doesn’t he want to be mated to be? Is he just forced to love me and be mated to me?
The thoughts echoed in my head like how Rowan’s voice was still playing in my mind.
‘We can’t get angry,’ my wolf told me. ‘Perhaps he’s just drinking, that’s all...’
But I know deep down, it’s not. So I just silenced my thoughts and kept driving.
The thoughts lingered as I pulled my car to a stop in front of the forest clearing where Beta Johnson’s party was being held.
But I instantly froze when I spotted him. His friends were gathered around the bright bonfire, the moon above shining down on their shirtless bodies.
My Alpha Rowan was sitting atop a tree trunk. A female—the only female I recognize among the males—was sitting atop his lap. Leaning into the crook of his neck while their hands are holding tightly.
With my she-wolf hearing, his affectionate words sent my knees crashing in the ground. “Bella, I knew you’d come. You’re always one call away and you never stopped caring for me even in my worst...”