The miscarriage I suffered had been the result of an accident, I accidentally fell, causing stress to my stomach. Today marked the second month since my abortion surgery, and my mate had agreed to accompany me to the follow-up checkup. As always, he found an excuse to leave hastily. This time, though, I felt no compulsion to hold onto him, no desire to plead for his presence.
Well, not anymore.
Watching the Alpha's retreating figure, a wave of detachment swept over me. I realized, with clarity, that anything he did no longer held any sway over my emotions. It was as if my heart was done loving him blindly.
The sadness I once felt in his absence was gone, leaving behind nothing but a void.
A healer called my name, bringing me back to the present. I collected the test results silently, gathered my belongings, and prepared to leave.
Not long after, Roan talked to me through our mind link, "Lori, you can go home on your own, right? I still have things to do."
There was a time when I would have clung to him desperately, replying with pleas like, "But I need you right now, Alpha." Now, it felt futile. With a sense of resigned acceptance, I uttered back, "Fine."