Hunter:
I don’t think I’ve ever been this on edge before. It's like I’m carrying the weight of a thousand bottled-up emotions, and each passing day just squeezes the air out of me.
Since I found out what my mother did… I haven’t felt like myself. Not even close.
Saying I was hurt doesn’t even scratch the surface. But what could I really do?
Storm into Matteo’s pack like some madman and go, “Hey, Anika. Just so you know, I wasn’t the one who wanted you dead, it was my mom. So, leave Matteo and come back to me. I swear I’ll treat you better this time.”
Yeah, right.
F*cking ridiculous.
I let out a low hiss and grab another glass, tipping it back. I wince as it scorches my throat—but I need the burn. It’s the only thing I feel lately.
Truth is, I don’t even feel like an Alpha anymore.
