BITTERSWEET PART 1: GHOST AND GIANNA

Gianna

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks stretched into a month. They have been gone for over a month now, and the worry in my heart grew with each passing day. I paced back and forth in our living room, watching the front door and waiting for a notice from the Alpha.

When I watched Divan walking away from me, a bitter sense of dread seeped into my bones, one I haven’t been able to shake since he left. A knock at the door makes me think the worst things, but then I realize it’s just the other girls with the same looks on their faces.

I glance at the clock on the wall, its hands ticking away mercilessly. It had become a constant reminder of the time that had slipped through my fingers, of the moments I longed to share with Divan, but couldn’t.

Thoughts raced through my mind, memories of our last conversation before he left. The weight of his duty was evident, and he had promised to come back to me, even if that promise was hard to make.

But as the days turned into weeks, a