Chapter 43: The Monster

A man sat alone.

In the study, surrounded by books, literature created beyond his years, only the paper in front of him held any importance.

In his hand, an ordinary pen sits, awaiting its owner's will. Just above the paper, it rests. The sound of the ticking clock beats with the click of the pen.

It’s easy, he tells himself, sign the paper.

He was no poet, simple written words could not ruin his heart. But he still could not bring himself to sign.

So lost in his thoughts, in the empty silence that he realizes not that he is no longer alone. Vikas watches his absentminded Alpha, the signs of stress has taken their toll upon the man.

Vikas cannot take the burden placed on his dear friend’s shoulders away. He can only try to lessen its crushing weight.

“Alpha,” He started.