Fifty Eight

Aiden’s POV “How dare you to come near me?” Her voice is trembling but I heard the hate and anger in it with clear emphasis. I never thought that the sparkling eyes I adored will ever look at me like this. Like I’m a monster. Like I shouldn’t even exist. Can’t she feel our bond at all? My mind is puzzled, its breaking apart. This situation is dreading, and the lack of solution or cure for Ashira’s case had increases the frustration I feel that leads to a building sense of lost on my part. The pain in my chest was the last thing I have on the list, or so I tried. Because if I don’t and just let myself get drowned from every sting I felt in my soul, I won’t be able to function. At all. “This is my pack.I make the rules.” I know I sounded rude but I can’t find any more ways to talk to her without begging, pleading or breaking down. I feel so weak, I feel so hopeless but I should be strong or we won’t survive this. “Power-trip, right? That’s what you use to kill my Elon. You used your powe