Maxx’s POV
A lot had happened since Storm extended his gift from the True Alpha towards me.
At least, that was the flowery way to put it. It’s how I would describe it to someone I didn’t wish to offend. After all, it wasn’t polite to say that I had been “mind-controlled,” or “forced to abandon my mate.”
Instead, I had been extended an invitation by the True Alpha. What an honor.
… yeah right.
There was just so much wrong with it all that I didn’t even know where to begin. Just a day ago I would have happily accepted such a “gift.” If I had even acknowledged it was happening in the first place. Which, judging by how deep into my wolf’s spirit house Luna had needed to dig to uncover the hybrid shard within me, it was unlikely I would have ever sensed that something was off.
It seemed as much a part of me as my wolf was.
The worst part was being aware of the pulsing, revolting thing, yet also being unable to influence it in any way.