Beauty & the Alpha
Afraid that perhaps I’d put too much of the wolfsbane in my drink, I threw the packet across the opposite side of the tree, and laid my head on Mateo’s grave mound.
“I was hoping you’d bring me pancakes this morning, like you always do on my birthday.” It seemed that the poison wouldn’t allow me to control my emotions. “But you really disappointed me, my friend.” I was unconsciously grabbing the sand on his grave. “My best friend hasn’t wished me a happy birthday.” I took up the fistful of sand and threw it against his name. “What kind of friend are you, huh?!” I lifted my head and glared at his tombstone, bursting into tears as I saw the mess I’d made. I lifted a finger, tracing the engravi
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