Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Mitchell's POV

Finally, the day was over and I had to go to bed, father, mother, my best friend– Jissa, and Miranda had made my day a blast. I felt like there was no reason to worry or sorrow any more. I wished I hadn't stepped out of the pack to marry Damien, but the picture of his torture and public disgrace was forever marked in my head as a memory of delight.

Throughout the day, Jissa had taken it upon herself to tease me and my newfound mate. I couldn't believe I could still laugh that hard. The jokes had snatched me away from the pains of yesterday that tugged at my heart, but I chose to ignore them. Miranda seemed to be switching from trying to understand what was going on, to laughing at some jokes she may or may not understood but chose to join in probably because she was tired of being left out.

All the memories of the day were blissful and I still had a big smile on my face as I climbed up the bed.

"Alas," I said in resignation. This was the first time in