"Honey, you have landed yourself a mate who is an illegal bloodline Omega, and she comes with a surprise Alpha on the side! You finally found someone as complicated as you are, and you are complaining?"
The shock was receding, leaving behind a cold, desolate clarity. The grief was still there, a heavy, suffocating blanket, but the Enforcer, the pragmatist, was finally clawing her way back to the surface. I took the mug of lukewarm, stale coffee Kael handed me and stared into the dark liquid. My hands are steady now. The tears were made. The shame, however, was still a bitter taste on my tongue. Juno sat opposite me, his expression a mix of fierce sympathy and focused concern. Riven was still sprawled on the couch, but he had swapped the action movie for a military satellite map of the RoanRidge-Northlands border, his heavy boots resting on the coffee table.
