Things have been bugging me these days, not just the miscarriage, and not just my miserable mateship with Dane, but also my weakening connection to my wolf, Cassia.
Her voice... it was becoming faint, and until now, I didn't know why.
The next morning, I had an early shift at the pack’s clinic, so I woke up and prepared myself quickly. As I descended the stairs of the pack house, I couldn't help but overhear the Omegas whispering among themselves.
"I heard Felicity's from some ancient witch lineage," one Omega murmured, her voice filled with excitement.
"Really? That explains a lot," another Omega responded, awe evident in her tone.
Their conversation lingered in my mind, leaving me both curious and uneasy. But, dismissing it as something irrelevant to my routine, I continued with my day.
After the morning meeting at the clinic ended, Dane mind-linked me. His tone carried a hint of irritation. “Why didn’t you wake me up? You even left early without telling me! Now, I'm late.”
I used to take care of every detail of his morning, especially after we mated. Clothes were laid out, breakfast prepared with care, and a gentle wake-up call. It was a ritual I followed every single day. Now, his tone made it clear that he had come to expect these gestures as if they were obligations rather than acts of love.
But I was never meant to be his maid; I was his mate! I was his Luna. I had the right to choose what I would and wouldn't do. “Instead of talking to me, why don't you just get up and ready yourself?"
“What about my clothes?” He asked again, sounding almost helpless.
“Just pick something from the closet. It’s all there,” I replied.
“But I can’t find anything," the Alpha began, but since another healer called me over before he could finish, I spoke, “I have to go. Just find your clothes yourself,” I said, cutting him off and hurrying to help my co-worker.
Moments later, it didn't seem like he had the intention to stop bugging me through our mind link. Goodness, I hear him more often than my wolf!
"The shirts are wrinkled! You haven’t ironed them? I can’t go to the meeting with other Alphas wearing this!"
Then another complaint came, "You didn’t cook breakfast for me too?"