Alpha of the Dead
My room still holds Tiernan’s scent and it makes Tala whimper in need of her mate, she lets out a small mournful sounding howl.
I’m sorry, Tala.
She ignores me, hurt that I’m refusing our mate. I crawl into bed, knowing that I won’t be sleeping well because I know that the nightmares will come back without Cat Cobain and my weighted blanket. And before you question me, Cat Cobain is my cat, and yes, I did name him, and yes, I know it’s weird as fuck for a werewolf to have a pet cat. The morning comes too soon for my liking since my sleep was disturbed with the tossing and turning without my cuddle buddy or blanket. After finishing my shower, I grab my clothes for the day: a pair of black sla
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