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CHAPTER 50

ZAVIER CROSS

Grief mess with people a lot.

I sat in my room, staring at nothing in particular, feeling an emptiness inside of me that I couldn't shake off. Nate's death weighed heavily on my conscience, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for it. He was my Gamma wolf, my friend, and now he was gone, taken from us too soon.

I couldn't help but think about the times we spent together, the laughter we shared, and the bond we had as wolves. I remember when I first met him, he was so eager to join our pack, and I could see the fire in his eyes. He was ambitious, determined, and had a heart of gold. He reminded me of myself when I was his age, and I knew right away that he was going to be a valuable member of our pack.

And now, he was gone, and I couldn't help but feel responsible. If I hadn't asked him to meet me at the steakhouse, maybe he would still be alive. Maybe I could have done something to protect him, but I failed. I failed him as his Alpha, and I failed him as his friend.
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