Days had passed since the last day of his heat. The heavy feeling of missing his Alpha is still there but the hopelessness in his eyes, slowly fades away. The white long sleeves that is lying on the cold bed is staring blankly at him, eating away his conscience.
"Get out of my head, please. I want to get back to work!"
The immovable object just laid flat on his bed, waiting for him to throw it on the trash as if it never existed. The pain and suffering that he felt these past few days is something he never want to experience ever again.
"You ruined my not-so-perfect life! Why did I ever meet you?!"
Truthfully, he wished to meet his mate before he goes to old age. But he never want to meet him like that. He had wished for a mate that is sweet and kind, but not like him.
He never wished to be mated to a man like Primo Santoro. Brute and dangerous, he would rather die than be mated with him.