Yearning

Carl sat alone in his office, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his thoughts dark and troubled. The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the faint ticking of a clock on the wall. He took a slow sip, the burn of the alcohol doing little to dull the frustration churning inside him.

Elena.

Her name alone sent a wave of longing through him, a yearning that had only grown since she left his pack. She had been his, or at least, he had always thought she would be. But then Damien came into the picture, sweeping her away, and now she was bound to another Alpha. An Alpha Carl knew he could never truly compete with, at least not in strength or status.

But that didn’t mean Carl had given up. He wanted her back, and he was willing to pay any price to make it happen.

Amelia’s plan had given him a glimmer of hope. She wanted Elena gone just as much as he did though for entirely different reasons. Amelia wanted to eliminate Elena so she could have Damien, but Carl wasn’t interested in that. His go