Sixty

Ashira’s POV Two weeks had passed. I recovered a little from the pain of losing my mate. I got the hang of living in this pack and being with their Alpha, Aiden. He come and go from time to time but not a single day has passed that he don’t visit. We talk. I still hate him but we talk. I don’t know why I feel different when he is around. Its not a light feeling, I can feel my chest twisting with pain and wrath but something in me whispers that I enjoy his company. During daylight, I feel fine. Coping. Better. Not until the dark comes. I still cry whenever a picture of Elon pops out of my head but it often happens at night and it deprives me of having enough sleep. At bed time, I use all thoughts I have to think. And it mostly consists of Elon. But during the day, I feel different. I feel mixed types of emotions. I feel alive. “Who are you?” The man I asked looked at me with a funny expression. His brow is arched and the side of his lips are up as if smirking. I hate his guts, is what I