As I toiled away all day, my mate, concerned about my absence from our home, reached out through the mind link. “Are you still upset with me? Why aren’t you home yet?”
Despite the warmth of his words, I opted for deception, telling him my tasks had become overwhelming, and I was too exhausted to argue with a pack healer who thrived on lies.
Once again, he pledged to fetch me that night, ensuring my safe passage home. I opted not to dispute his promise, choosing instead to immerse myself in my duties.
Little did Aiden know, once I finished my duties, I embraced my inner wolf and ventured home, feeling braver facing the wandering rogues than enduring the disappointment of waiting for him.
Upon arriving home, I was greeted by silence. Then, unexpectedly, a furious mind link broke the stillness, “I’m at the pack mansion, and you’re missing. Where are you?”
“I apologize, Aiden. I lost track of time. I’m already home,” I replied, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.
When my mate asked what was wrong, I explained the heartbreak of my miscarriage.
He had been swamped with warrior patients, terrified that Alpha Argon would reprimand him for neglecting his duties.