Too Late to Apologize, My Dear Alpha

Amid my post-abortion checkup, Dane, my mate and also the powerful Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, once again found a reason to leave. It had become a familiar pattern, one I had grown accustomed to. Initially, his absence stung, as if I had been abandoned, but over time, that sting dulled into a numb acceptance.

Taking my medication after the checkup, my face contorted, tasting its bitter taste scattered in my mouth. It was not the pack's clinic, so the pack members would not have a chance to talk about the situation.