When an Alpha finally finds his mate, but finds that she's not a werewolf, but instead something much more unexpected.
Once he learns what comes with her...
... will he remain certain that she is what he's been waiting what felt like decades for?
...
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Experts say that there are five stages of grief.
Denial- avoiding the subject itself. Trying to convince not only others, but yourself as well that you're fine.
Anger- resentment, frustration and impatience, or even embarrassment.
Bargaining- thinking over every single aspect of the trauma, trying to figure out what you could've done differently. Putting the blame on yourself or others.
Depression- your sleep schedule is suddenly out of the ordinary, and so is your appetite. Feeling hopelessness and being in despair.
Acceptance- not only accepting the reality of the situation, but also adapting and taking responsibility of it.
Not one single expert can however tell you in which order these stages will take you through your grief, or even if each single stage is a part of your individual journey. So there is no use in trying to predict your own healing journey by learning about these five particular stages.
In my case, I never entered the "denial" phase. Instead, I entered the stage of anger.
With his cruel grip on my hair, he dragged me over the marble floor. My hands tried to pry his hold on my curls off, but it was useless, it only made the pain in my scalp increase.
Once we had entered the room I recognized as his chamber, I began to panic. He had only brought me in here the very few occasions that I let him, and each time it was only for one single cause; to get the pleasure he thought I owed him.
But I never gave in, which in return agitated him the more I refused.
My feet kicked at the floor, my hands trying to reach for anything that would make him stop his movements, but all I managed to do was knock a few vases and chairs over. Once he finally did release my hair, my head met the floor with a sound that was most likely louder inside my head than outside it.
After my vision was cleared from the hit, I looked up from my position on the floor, and saw him peering down at me with a vicious glint in his eyes.
"I almost hoped it would come to this point" he grinned down at me as he leaned his hands on his knees
With my mind set, I scrambled onto my knees and rushed over to the door, but didn't even make it up to my feet before he had gripped the back of my neck to pull me back. The force of his hand made me fall backwards where I once again hit my head, only this time it was against the edge of the bed.
I wasn't given the time to collect my energy again before he straddled my hips and therefor trapped me under his body. Both of his hands found their way around my throat and literally squeezed the air out of me. I trashed under him, trying to get him to ease his grip even if it was just in the slightest, before I would lose consciousness.
