Cronan is angry. Angry that after years of waiting, he's mated to the one wolf he never wanted.
Fen is stuck. Stuck in a state of purgatory that he doesn't know how to escape from.
After learning of his mate's crimes, Cronan never expected to see h...
I'll admit it; when it came to feelings and emotions, I'd never been the best at cheering someone up. That wasn't to say I didn't try because I did, but it just wasn't my strong suit. That being said, it was obvious to me that Cronan had been acting strange for the past two days.
It started when Arlo, the omega, came to visit. Perhaps I was overthinking the situation, but I couldn't help it. Every time I tried to talk to him it was like he was lost in thought or stuck in some kind of trance, and on the rare occasion I did get a few words out of him, it was just another variation of him telling me he was okay and to not worry about it. Clearly, I was worried about it. At first, I thought I was worrying over nothing because it wasn't unusual for Cronan to act distant, but what was unusual was how quiet he seemed.
Cronan was never quiet. He always had something to say, whether it was a snide remark or a gruff command. As annoying as it could be at times, by the third day, I actually found myself missing his usual banter.
That was how I ended up with an unnecessary amount of pots and pans sitting on the counter. He had gone out to visit Callie today which gave me the perfect opportunity to try and make some that would not only cheer him up but would hopefully help improve our bond as well.
Now I wasn't an amazing cook by any means, but I definitely knew how to make a good spaghetti. It had been one of the first meals my grandma taught me to make and I never forgot. Cooking had always been her haven. A lot of the memories I had of her took place in the kitchen. I doubted I'd ever love cooking as much as she did, but it was nice to be able to reconnect with her through food. I hummed to myself as I maneuvered around the kitchen and cleaned the dishes as I went.
Once the dishes were done, I checked on the sauce as it began to thicken and once I saw it was fine, I moved toward the living room to sit down for a moment. I took a seat on the left side of the couch and instantly noticed something. It was faint, but I caught a scent that wasn't mine or Cronan's. Arlo.
I stood up and turned around to face the couch and I saw a brown hoodie that had fallen off the arm of the couch, it'd likely come from the box Arlo had returned to Cronan which explained the scent. I picked it up, pushing past the discomfort that began to form inside me, so I could move it to a more visible spot for Cronan to see and take later, but my feet came to a halt when a small, thin object fell out the large front pocket. I leaned down to pick it up and a knot formed in my stomach as I stared down at a Polaroid photo of Arlo and Cronan at what was like a party. Arlo's arms were wrapped around Cronan and he was wearing the same brown hoodie I was holding.
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