Chapter 56 A God And A Mate

• Documents were placed carefully on the desk for him by Barbara while he signed, and flipped them shut then passed them over to Clyde and proceeded to sign the next. There was an assortment of documents from his fathers estate as well as some from various business associates that he needed to deal with. He hadn't planned to spend his entire day signing documents and drinking firewhisky. He needed to get out of there and stretch his limbs, but knowing he had been away from his duties for quite some time, he must tend to the documents now, or else they kept piling up even more. And he would be a poor leader for all if he couldn't even deal with these small annoyances.
• The sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon, he could feel its warm yellow glow through his office window, and his eyes ached in protest. His body aches, too. He hadn't slept well in weeks and hadn't taken care of himself since he went into Deep Sleep. That is, after all, when things became rather complicated. He had gone into hiding and sent himself to sleep in order to avoid his reality which had a betrayer of a Mate tagged in it. The same Mate he had spent an entire day in his arms and had woken up to his body warmth that morning. The Mate who had Marked him and he had done the same. Why does everything have to seem so complicated with him? Was he making a mistake? What if it's another plot with his mother to take back what they had lost? But, Conri knew that wasn't the case, since he would have felt it from him the second he woke up that morning.
• He didn't feel any hostility from the Omega, rather he had only felt a broken Omega, one so afraid they didn't want to disentangle themselves from his sides. An Omega who craves the love and attention of his Mate. It hurt his heart, seeing him like that. As if he would die if he didn't cling onto him tight enough, and it made him wonder why he had stayed away from his Omega the times that he did. With how much he didn't want to leave his side that morning, or even do as little as disturb his sleep knowing how drained he must feel after the rough night they had, he was in his Rut and no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't say he was exactly gentle with him.