I picked up the receiver and dialed a few familiar numbers.
Damien’s POV
“Please, Alpha,” Ethan said, not for the first time in the past several days. In fact, this seemed to be something of a ritual now. Ethan standing at the side of my desk, trying to get me to eat or to drink or to sleep, and me refusing each time. “You need to keep your strength up.”
What I needed was my mate back at my side. I didn’t say that though. What purpose would it solve?
Everyone knew I was missing my mate. And since I couldn’t do anything right now to get her back, I was instead singularly focused on work. The only times I wasn’t working was when I was pushing myself to the brink of exhaustion at the gym. Then, after hours straining my muscles, I could finally find a few hours of restless sleep.
Since my
