54- The Search For Control

Soren's POV

Five days since I have seen Meg and it’s like my chest is being constantly sliced open.

The silence in my quarters is almost unbearable, the remnants of the old shattered office furniture a constant reminder of how little control I have over my life. I’d forbidden all from entering either room. The pieces of wood and glass, scattered across the floor like the remnants of my pride, do nothing to ease the burning frustration in my chest. Every time I close my eyes, I see Meg standing here, defiant, her power radiating like a beacon, untouchable and untamed.

A Sigma. I never imagined that my mate would be something so… dangerous. I’ve heard the legends, the whispers of wolves with the power to turn entire packs against their alphas, but I never thought I’d face one, let alone be bound to one by the mate bond.

I sit on my chair- the only piece of furniture still intact with a table that was brought in as a temporary desk for me- my hands trembling with barely contained rag