Argo’s pov What the fuck did I do? I didn’t think that was the problem. What the fuck was wrong with me? The whole week I tried to stay away, and the whole week I was miserable. It wasn’t just staying away from Mila that made me fucking annoyed; it was everything. I hadn’t realized how much I depended on working out and talking to my brother. When I was younger, Elora got depressed, and her friend tried to kidnap her. It was a whole fucking thing, but I never really got it. How could someone feel so fucking miserable that they wouldn't leave their bed? My mom told me she had dealt with depression too, but it wasn’t until I left the fucking hospital and could do fuck all that I understood what they meant. Everything I felt I put into training, and what I couldn’t deal with on the mat, I dealt with by talking to Airk. Without training and Airk, I was left with my own fucking thoughts and all the frustration and pain I didn’t want to think was coming up to haunt me. Things got fuckin

Brax’s povAirk stayed at the hospital with Argo until he was released home and didn’t crawl into my bed afterwards. While it wasn’t like we promised each other we’d never sleep apart, we had shared a bed all week, and I missed him.Our date had been wonderful—perfect, even. But it gave me a glimpse into what life could be like if I had a mate out there.Being alone in my bed reminded me of what this thing between Airk and me really was. Temporary.I had been worried I’d break his heart, but I knew that once Airk left, my heart would be in pieces.I didn’t sleep well, with memories haunting my dreams and turning them into nightmares.When I woke up, all I wanted to do was see Airk. But he was nowhere to be found when I went down to breakfast.“Where are Argo and Airk?” I asked Elora when I came into the dining hall.Mila flinched at the mention of Argo’s name.“Airk is helping Argo pack. He’s leaving.” Elora explained.“It’s nice to be included,” I replied sarcastically. “What happene

Argo’s pov "Are you done?" Grandpa Os asked in his low voice while I finished putting some curcling cream in my hair. "I can’t help it that you’re fucking bold, grandpa. My hair takes a lot of time; ask Grandma; she knows." It wasn’t just that my hair took so long; it was mostly that their bathroom was fucking huge and amazing. It had this huge rain shower and a large bath, and Grandma had tons of products for curls that were perfect for my hair. If I could, I would stay in that fucking shower forever. "It’s by choice," Grandpa Os growls, but I’m not so fucking sure. It used to be by choice, but he’s getting older. He’s still fucking scary when he’s angry, though, so I am not going to tell him any of this. Grandma Lily giggles behind me, "is it, Os? Your hairline isn’t where it used to be." "My love, are you saying I’m old? Because I have many ways to prove that I am still young at heart." Grandpa replies, grabbing a lock of my grandma’s hair before pulling her into a kiss. Godd

Brax’s pov "I’m ready." Of all the words I had thought Airk was going to say, these weren’t them. Airk had mentioned wanting to talk to me about something after having been quiet for almost two weeks. There was only one week left until Airk had to return home. We still spent every night together, but he felt distance. Gone was the talkative Airk, and instead another silent Airk was there to replace him. After our date, things changed. We still touched each other, and I still received amazing blow jobs from my Air, but that’s all it was—sex. Whenever I tried to talk about something else, he became quiet. I only got one-word answers, and I hated it. But as soon as I tried to say more, he'd distract me with his amazing body or the way he could make me cum like no one else had. Mila was busy focusing on training and hanging out with Eli, but it still bothered me how everyone handled whatever happened with Argo. All week I had wanted to ask him why he had lied to me, but every time we

Mila’s pov Having a baby in the packhouse is a great distraction. I mean, for Darian and Elora, it’s probably not a distraction but a wonderful blessing that poops, cries, eats, and sleeps all day, but to me and Brax, it is. Brax is trying not to show he’s hurt, or, well, maybe more than hurt. It felt like whiplash trying to compare how Brax was before Airk got here, while he was here, and now that Airk’s gone. Brax was in a bad place before Airk got here, having casual sex all the time but never looking happy. He wasn’t the same brother I grew up with; there was just something about him that felt off. But when Airk came here, he was happy. Truly happy. And now? Now he’s worse than he was. Brax is miserable. He’s barking orders at everyone; he’s either boxing nonstop or burying himself in work. It’s like what Darian was doing when his mother died, but grumpier. The only time I've seen Brax smile is when he’s holding Tristan. Not even grumpy Brax can withstand a baby. Tristan is rea