Heart Given, Heart Broken
I've followed an Instagram account. While unremarkable, it showcases some pretty sweet and romantic content.
The account details the daily life of the owner and her Alpha.
When it's raining cats and dogs outside, they share a hot beverage in a cafe. After they leave the place, he tilts the umbrella slightly toward her.
Also, when they look up at the moon while sitting side by side, the sight of their fingers grazing each other strums my heartstrings.
The Alpha in the photos has never revealed his face, yet he gives off a familiar feeling to me.
On the night before my and Xavier Lupine's mating ceremony takes place, the account has a new update.
"This marks the end of our eight-year entanglement. From now onward, he's her fated Alpha. I'm just her best friend.
"This account will go silent from here on. I wish my 'best friend' and the Alpha, who's rightfully mine, eternal happiness."
The latest photo shows Xavier and me. But the thing is, I've never shown anyone that photo before.