Thirty Two.

Willow

It had been almost a week since he made me go to a therapist. In that time, he hadn’t mentioned the boss once. I’m guessing my reaction shocked him. It had shocked me too, but at least he had stuck to his word and hadn’t forced me to go back.

In fact he hadn’t tried to get me to do anything. He let me eat, draw, and even shower in peace. He hadn’t touched me either, well, other than to cuddle me in his sleep. I’m sure he was waiting for me to come in to heat.

I had seen what heat did to women. Back when the pack was still whole.

Some women would lose their fucking minds. Being marked didn’t always mean they wanted their mate either. Any man would do.

My father’s Beta was literally dragged off by his mate. It was about the only time females had all the power and the men lapped it up. Yet when it’s over, the men go right back to being in charge. It was a fucking joke.

And I really hope the human side of me would mean I wouldn’t experience it or at least let me not be so crazy.

H