I freeze at the question and Alex lifts his head to look down at me. My panicking brown orbs meet his leaden ones. "Answer me!!", the male I used to call my father asks on the phone.
"Claire?", my mother's voice comes as well, "Did you really find him?"
My eyes stay fixated at the male that was laying on top of me. The rogue stiffly shakes his head and I breathe out, "No... I haven't..."
The male on the other side of the call scoffs loud, "Of course you didn't! You can't even find your mate!! What else can be expected of you?? You're such a disgrace! A weakling!!"
I listen to it all while continuing to look at Alex. If this ensures his safety...so be it. Not like I haven't heard it all before. Not like I haven't felt it all before. "With someone as weak as you...", the male continues, "...I wouldn't be surprised if your mate went and killed himself out of shame!"