Chapter 8

Words cannot properly describe how Beta Carter- the proud strong male who always had a smile on his face and laughter in his lips- appeared before me. He looked broken. His pupils were so small, showcasing his bright blue eyes that shook with racing thoughts evident behind them. His mouth was hanging open slightly in shock, opening wider every time he took in a breath as if to speak, but only to stay silent and keep staring at me with that same expression. All we could do was stare at each other in silence for a minute.

“You don’t... want to be my mate?” He whispered, his body so still- even his breath had stilled in wait of my answer.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I just-” I hung my head and wrapped my arms around myself, tears streaming down my face. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?” His voice started to show a hint of his frustration, his mask completely down- showcasing the tender hurting male underneath. Then he quickly inhaled. “Is it someone else? Am I... Am I too late