When The Laurel Leaf Withers
I was carrying the Alpha's heir, recovering at the Pack's medical center.
On the same day, my mate Jasper Sterling's mind-link was flooded with incessant messages.
They were from Sylvia, his Omega assistant, who claimed to be suffering from moon madness.
I asked if he needed to respond. He snarled impatiently through our mind-link, "What now? All she ever does is call for me. She has another Alpha, doesn't she? This is so damn annoying."
Before long, however, an alert pinged on the Pack's internal network: a photo of her on the Packhouse rooftop, accompanied by a message she had posted.
"If I leap from here, will the moonlight kiss me in the next life? Maybe then, no one will despise me anymore."
Jasper merely glanced at it, then snorted.
"Kiss her? What's wrong with her inner wolf?"
But after that, a restless energy began to radiate from him. Within minutes, he had rushed out, not returning for the entire night.
That night, our mate bond tore apart.
I was rushed into a treatment room.
The Pack's healer asked if I wanted to save the pup. I felt the void on the other end of our bond and answered calmly.
"No. I don't want it anymore."