Chapter 51- Sloane

I did not drop my cub off with Slade last night. Nor did I have dinner with Basil after visiting my parent’s memorial on the pack lands and having a good cry. I returned to my house with my best friend and my cub, and we opened the box of wine. I paced myself until after I fed and put my son to bed, and Lark hung around to keep me company until one box of wine was gone, and I announced I was turning in for the night.

Then I curled up with a bottle of wine I’d been saving for a special occasion and nursed it in my bed. Basil’s scent was already fading from my sheets, and the omega was the last thing on my mind. My thoughts even wondered away from my infuriating mate.

I watched as the clock ticked closer to midnight, though I had to be up for an early morning class, I chased sleep. My parents should have been celebrating twenty-three years of marriage. Perhaps to a getaway trip, after Celeste and I threw them an intimate party. We should have been cracking out their wedding photos a