Taking a breath, Ian steeled himself. He wanted to believe her. He really did. It was a different kind of hurt, the day he found out the truth. Pain seared through his entire being. His head was pounding, though his heart stayed still in his chest. His stomach felt sick as the half family of rivals stood in front of him, his walls began to close in on him, drawing nearer and nearer. A pathetic animal-like noise crept up his frantically working throat as his hands shook uncontrollably, seeking some form of support to hold by. Ian still remembered feeling lost, his tongue feeling too thick, too thick to cry for the nightmare to end.
The Alphas hands trembled on the steering wheel with the force of his emotional reaction, and he doesn’t stop glancing out the window, wondering how to keep hi
