Chapter 36

BASTIAN

My head is still reeling from everything that's happened over the last few months.

I sit at my desk at the Falcon Ridge Prison. Trying to work, but I desperately want to get home to Sam. I'm not finished celebrating my mate bond with her.

I'm going through the prison reports that the now dead doctor left for me in my email. I delete them all, but I can't help but think there might be some merit to his idea. There may be some here who could use a rehabilitation program. I'll have to discuss it with the next Head Alpha.

As far as it being me, I left that months ago. Sam and my pack were more important than any job promotion. When I do go for it again in the future, it'll be on my record. Not my popularity. Because I realize I was living a fantasy. A dream world I created that I only lived in. I was oblivious to the way I sounded and acted toward people.

That man will never exist again. Now that I have Sam, I don't care about frivolous things. Money may buy a lot of things, but i