Better Luck Next Time, Prince Charming

Alfie listened to his sister, though it didn’t make dealing with the loss of Razor any easier on him. For a moment he looked at her,then he looked away, his heart heavy with regret… with pain. “He shouldn’t have died, Heather.” The young man whispered. “He… we…” His body shook a little, the tears forming back in his eyes. He looked back at Heather and swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I don’t think you understand…” He whimpered, ears flat against his skull. “I didn’t just… I didn’t just love Razor…” Family love was one thing. “He was my mate.” Alfred lowered his gaze back towards the grave. “I mean… I know other wolves have lost close loved ones before… Hell, we lost mother… but… but this hurts in a way I can’t describe, Heather… It just hurts so much…” The tears began to roll down his cheeks as he glanced back at his sister.

“I want him back…” His voice cracked.

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