"Just pick something from the closet, Alpha. Everything you need is there," I responded, my patience wearing thin.
"But I can't find it..." he began, his voice trailing off into the familiar whine of dependency.
An Omega nearby called for me, and I seized the opportunity to escape the conversation. "I have other matters to attend to. You’ll have to manage on your own," I said, turning away from the ridiculous conversation.
Barely moments later, my mate's voice pierced through the mind link once again. "The shirts are wrinkled! You didn't iron them? How am I supposed to attend a meeting like this?"
And then, predictably, came the complaint about breakfast. "You didn't prepare anything to eat!"
As his words echoed in my mind, the full weight of my choices pressed down on me. I had given up my wolf, my essence, to be with Roan. I had envisioned a future filled with love, pups, and leadership with him. But now, those dreams seemed foolish, naïve. Staying with him had lost its appeal, leaving me feeling empty.