Garrick Accepting Defeat

Alpha Ciandra had been his muse. On everything he did. And now, with her absence, he had no sense of direction. In the morning when they rose, during training, in between meals, they were together. Always.

Only when they retired to bed was when they departed from each other and, if it had been up to him, he could have gracefully warmed her bed with pleasure. It had been ingrained in his bones.

He was accepting defeat. He was never becoming Alpha Ciandra, not now and not even in his next life.

Everything he did was useless. The sex. The women. The men. The arrogance. Nothing made sense.

Too bad, he couldn’t talk with any of his warriors because he had destroyed their relationship easily. He knew clear as a day that if they turned against him, they would win.

He could talk to them if it was not for their egos. If it had been anyone else, they would have been scared. Alas. That feeling wasn’t in his mind now; Alpha Ciandra wasn’t.

Gael as his sister strokes his ego further. Perhaps one d