Chapter 2. I Do Not Want a Mate. Or Do I?

Maze’s POV

The day is sunny and kind of warm. I look outside to see pack members going about their day and greeting each other with cheerful voices. It’s like nothing ever happened, but somehow everything feels like yesterday for me. I know time has moved, and the death of my mate happened almost 2 years ago, but the pain never went away. It dulled but is still very evident in everything I do. Whenever I see a happy couple, or someone in the pack greets a new little pup, those wounds open all over again. I do not know how to stop it, or how to get over it.

I know I’ve been a grumpy Alpha lately, but what the fuck did they expect of me? I can’t just be cheerful when the one thing that should have made me whole just went away in my arms. I held my Mira Rose when she died, and my heart died that day with her.

I know mom, dad and Amber think it’s suspicious that she was there the day the rogues and demons attacked the pack, but I fully believe she was just comin