I miss Arlen. I go every night after I know she is asleep and watch her.
Creepy, I know, but that is all I can do.
Tristan’s voice cut through the silence of my office, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face.
“Are you going to keep stalking her?” he asked his tone teasing but with an edge of concern.
I was trying to focus on someone else, not my mate, but it was harder than I expected.
"It could be easier if you went to find our mate," Draco grunted, but all I did was sigh.
My father has not stopped trying to pressure me into this wedding, but I've managed to push him away. He thinks I don't like Arlen at all.
I sighed, leaning back in my chair and running a hand through my hair. “I
