ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-SIX

It’s been 5 days. Alpha Archer was seated in his room, wondering when he was going to officially make Clarissa the Luna of his pack. He couldn’t wait anymore. His mother was the only one delaying the whole thing.

He knew for a fact that he loved her so much and that was on period. He couldn’t think of another woman who could fill up his life as she did. She made everything so beautiful and amazing. She was his rock in more ways than one, and he was proud of her for that singular reason. There was nothing as beautiful as the care that she exuded.

Archer sighed as he walked to the mini bar at the side of the room. He took one of the empty glass cups and poured a shot of gin into it. He drank it in one swoop. There were so many things that he needed to put in place, and that was the troubles he had come from. It was not fair that he had to think of so many things in a moment.

Clarissa needed attention, and he was not there to give her that attention. Archer really felt bad about this. H