Don’t Come Looking for Me, My Mate
The realization hit me like suffocating cotton stuffed deep into my chest—I couldn't breathe.
Even during this flight, our leader kept checking on Shawn, trying to charm him with her flawless service.
"King Shawn, how was your flight experience?" she asked sweetly, desperate to ensure this prestigious alpha would fly FullMoon again.
But he gave no answer.
Because the only thing he came looking for…
wasn't there.
....
I didn't return to my den.
Instead, I followed him—floating silently, watching from the shadows wherever he went.
One day, after a long, exhausting meeting, he casually checked his phone.