Amora
How could she look at her own great-grandson knowing what she had been forced to do to him? To his own Mate. By his own father, her own flesh and blood, knowing that she had a hand in ruining this man before her, future. Not even because she wanted to, but because she had been forced to.
What he was concerned about, her looking tired or ill, was because she was being drained every day by those orders of his father that were on her. Each and every day that passed, she felt the weight of them heavier and heavier, and it was now taking a toll on her, just two years, and she’d aged so very much, not by choice, but by the weight of the orders upon her.
Until the day that Lauchlan took over from his father and became the actual Alpha to the pack, and she was bled to him and pledged her
