Three Days to Goodbye
he said softly, “can we go somewhere where nobody calls me ‘Alpha’s mistake’?”
My heart shattered.
“Yes, baby. Somewhere far away.”
We left before dawn. No goodbyes. No messages.
Just silence.
But on the plane, I sent David one final text:
This is the end. From now on, you’ll never see us again.
By the time the sun rose over Blazetooth Pack, Joseph and I were already miles away.
And for the first time in five years, the bond between us and the Alpha began to die.