No hope

“Why wouldn’t you tell me this before?” I ask. It feels as if the room is spinning, fuck my life is spinning, like a fucking spinny toy at the top of a set of stairs dancing with the edge before flying off into the abyss.

“I was hopeful we would find something sooner rather than later. And with Tatum gone, I figured the oath would be safe for a week, giving us the time we needed to find answers. Clearly, I was wrong.”

“Fuck.” I growl, my hands gripping my hair in frustration. “Why the fuck…? Alpha, I don’t understand what is happening. Why is this happening?” I ask, lost for words and logical thoughts. How can I think logically when nothing makes sense? It’s very obvious the oath is growing more strict, is it trying to cut me off from any type of intimacy? Like punishment for continuing to push too far?

“I truly don’t know, Maverick.” Artemis sighs. “The only thing I can think of is our oath is a bond itself, so it must have similar traits to that of the mate bond.”

I ponder his wor