Micah had never said sorry.
It was often considered taboo for males in the pack to mutter such dreadful words because the pack was built on chauvinism. It was even more so for an alpha to use the ‘S’ word on anybody, not even a mate, yet he freely gave it to me, and I knew it would never be the same.
I had promised not to cry. It was a resolve I had made not to shed a tear for a situation I couldn’t control, yet the waterworks were just at the tip of my eyes, one blink away from falling.
My stomach twisted, threatening to churn out the little food I had managed to keep down. My heart felt like it was encased in an iron fist that was squeezing so tight, attempting to cut off its supply.
My finger clutched pitifully at my chest, rubbing it, trying to relieve myself of my pain, but there
