CHAPTER THIRTEEN - THE CLUB

ALPHA ASHA

-PRESENT-

The air was chilly in the graveyard, I had plucked a red flower which I thought to be a rose from a thicket in the forests. WormWhick must have been running out of patience but there was no way I would leave without at least talking to Naomi. I carefully placed the rose in front or her headstone, a small and sad smile made its way to my lips when I reminisced briefly on the very happy moments we had shared before her death.

“I’ll always love you Naomi…” I whispered, feeling guilty and dirty as I had just been in bed with Ayla last night. Though I told myself I only did it because she was on heat and in need, it was no lie that I find some of it enjoyable and that was the part that made me to hate myself.

After a moment of living in reverie I made my way back to my black sedan where a rather disgruntled WormWhick stood with his arms crossed and lips pressed together.

“Done with all your formalities Alpha?” WormWhick asked, he was all too eager to get moving.

“Yes.”