Chapter 77

Mark's POV

I wake up and rub my eyes as I move around. Almost instantly realizing it doesn't feel like I'm laying in a bed.

My eyes blink open as I look around. I realize I'm laying on a couch and I'm confused for a moment. I slowly sit up, also realizing I'm alone. I look around to see I'm in the living room of Michael's pack house.

I'm so confused and not sure how I got here. I sit there for a moment trying to figure out what's going on. The last thing I remember was being in Anders arms when I fall asleep.

I feel my chest tighten as I look around and I don't see him anywhere.

I slowly stand up, trying to fight back the tears as I feel my lower lip tremble.

I walk into the dining room and look around not seeing him still. I look into the kitchen and nothing. The place seems empty. I don't hear anyone at all. I walk back to the couch I was laying on. Dropping my body onto it as the tears run down my face.

He left me, he did it again. I dropped my hands into my face as I cry. I didn't