Alpha's Regret: His Deceased Wife Was the Lost Love He'd Sought
I retreated to the bedroom without a sound, lay down, and let the tears fall silently.
I'd thought I was long past caring about Cassian. But the sheer humiliation of what I'd just seen didn't bring heartbreak. It brought a complete, absurd, bottomless despair.
(Cassian's POV)
"Ah! little wolf!"
I let out a low groan, spilling over the photo in my hand. In it, Sera lay asleep, eyes closed, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
I grabbed a tissue and wiped clumsily at my fingers, at the length of me still aching and hard. I hadn't touched Sera in almost a month. As a top-tier Alpha in my prime, the hunger in me ran fierce.