A familiar figure approached me seconds later while still crying my eyes out on the old bench. I tried to inhale blink the tears, raising my hand to press the tips against my eyes. The Alpha cleared his throat, his stare digging into me. Did he see my tears? I hoped not. 

“Rose.” He croaked, his voice barely above a whisper, leaning forward. “What happened? Are you okay?”

At the question, I froze, struggling to make sense of how I felt. Part of me felt like I was ...