Alpha Zion's POV
But then again, as much as I hate her with every fiber of my being, I also find myself longing for her—and it's that contradiction that drives me mad. Being around her feels unbearable, like she's subtly manipulating my every thought, and I'm powerless to stop it.
My mother hates her too.
She despises the fact that her fated mate died for someone she sees as useless and insignificant, making his sacrifice feel meaningless. Nothing about Addison brings her comfort.
She nearly followed my father into the afterlife, consumed by grief. For days, she wouldn't eat, wouldn't speak—she just wept, clutching the letters he left behind like lifelines to a world that no longer existed.
I couldn't take it anymore—it felt like pure torture. To make things worse, the other packs started distancing themselves from us. Those fucking cowards only know how to cling to us during the good times and trample us the moment things go south.
