For breakfast that morning, Simon had invited Mace. The last time they spoke was before Simon went to his emergency meeting. Mace continued to steal glances at Simon as he chewed his food. Simon's focus was elsewhere and not on his meal. He gave the table a light tap to startle Simon out of his reverie. "What on earth is making you think like that? I'll bet it has nothing to do with your work as an alpha.
Simon chewed his food thoroughly before setting his spoon down on his plate. The good news is that he had sent Adolpha to visit Uncle Viggo that morning. He sighed. "No. It's not about the pack's work but about something else. For the past four days, I've been hearing these words over and over in my head. My chest also hurts. As if I were somehow rejected."
Mace sighed. He already knows the truth about what happened. "So you met her again?"
"Who?" Simon raised his head at him.
"The person who is making you feel this way."
