In the past, I had never missed an occasion—be it our mateship anniversary or his birthday. I would plan elaborate dinners and meticulously choose decorations, all to celebrate our time together and show him how much he meant to me. But those efforts, once greeted with smiles, eventually became a source of embarrassment for him.
I vividly recalled the surprise party I organized at a restaurant. Instead of joy, Roan’s reaction was one of discomfort. "Lori, you’re making such a big deal out of this. Everyone’s looking at us. It’s very uncomfortable, you know?" he had said, dragging me away in front of the pack’s warriors and his Beta.
Now, as I stood there, I realized there was nothing left to celebrate. The spark that once fueled our relationship had long since died.
"Come on, let’s go have dinner and celebrate," he urged, ushering me into the car.
As my mate drove, the silence between us grew heavy. He kept glancing over at me, searching my face for any sign of the old enthusiasm I once had.
"What’s wrong? Are you upset?" He finally asked, breaking the silence.
"No," I said, shaking my head.