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What can I do to bridge some of this distance between us, though? My heart aches every time I think about him.
I don’t understand what’s been wrong with him lately. He never talks to me, and we haven’t mated in months. He’s so hot and cold all the time.
I wish there was something I could do to fix us.
The door to Archer’s office slams, and I peek my head into the hall.
“Have you eaten?” I ask. “I can make us some breakfast.”
Archer grunts before he shuts the front door behind him.
He can’t even answer a simple question. My heart sinks to my toes. He refused to even look at me before he left.
I wish I knew what I did to deserve this treatment from him. We were good. We’d laid out all our pain and come back from it, or at least I thought we had.
I slump in the doorway. How will we ever get to a good place in our relationship?
Is a loveless mating to an alpha who can barely stand to be in the same room with me all there is for me?
Why did he fight so hard for me if he was just going to turn away?
It all seems so hopeless.
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Archer
My heart hammers as I slam the front door to the pack house. There has to be another way to go about this. There has to be some way to find a balance between us.
Why can’t I just have my mate and my pack and be happy? My father’s voice rings through my mind.
Alphas don’t have emotions. We have brute force and a pack to protect. Emotions are a weakness. Are you weak?
Any time I showed a hint of emotion in front of him, he beat them out of me.
I hate that the second I even consider storming back into that house, kissing my mate, and apologizing for what an ass I’ve been, my father’s voice screams at me in my head.
He’s not wrong, though. I can’t give in. There’s too much at stake.
I scan the square. Pack members move around the space freely. They are what I need to remember. I can’t let Jara cloud my judgment and threaten my pack.
I turn back and walk into the house. Jara isn’t in the kitchen now. Thank the gods for small mercies. I can get to the conference room without piling the guilt even higher inside me.
She asked me a simple question; she wanted to feed me, and I ignored her. My wolf growls. He likes it when his mate takes care of his needs.
We have been at odds more and more lately because the wolf doesn’t understand the responsibilities of man.
I march to the conference room and sit at the table. The map is still spread in the middle, and there are more black markers on it than ever before.
Humans have no sense. They trespass all over my territory without care for the signs that are clearly posted.
I clench my fist on the table. Rage pulses through me, and it’s finally something me and my wolf agree on. He doesn’t like people trespassing in our lands either.
Alex walks into the conference room snarling at Patrick. “She realizes we are doing this to help, right?”
Patrick shakes his head. “Your alpha female gave you an order, I suggest you follow it.”
Jara is giving orders to my enforcers? What the fuck? She’s overstepping her role as alpha female issuing demands to them. She knows better than to try to rule my pack. I’m the alpha.
