My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
Eventually her breathing evens out.
I'm exhausted. Bone-deep, soul-deep tired. These past weeks have been draining me dry. Especially with the runes, the withdrawal, the constant fear of losing her, and the voices that never shut up. Depression is creeping back in like an old friend, wrapping cold fingers around my throat.
I just want the nightmares to end.
I tighten my arms around her and bury my face in her hair, breathing in the scent of cherry blossoms.
'Just a little longer,' I think. 'Hold on for her.'