Ryker stood in his office, looking at the beads in his hands, his Alpha beads, he was yet to find a suitable owner for them.
He sighed heavily, oh how he wished he could claim them, become who he once was again, he ached for the raw energy, the power, but then he remembered what he did and he dropped the beads back in their case.
He couldn't go back, not ever, and he knew why, oh that painful reason dug at him, and he released a shuddering breath.
"Ryker?" You called and he turned.
"Yes?" He answered
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