Xiyang hated seeing you like this. In tears over another asshole of an alpha who’d broken your heart, curled up in his bed with your face buried into the pillows. He wasn’t sure which he felt more of: concern, anger, or jealousy. But he did know his heart squeezed the longer he watched you, frown growing deeper.

“He didn’t deserve you.”

No one did. No one deserved your smiles, your sweet voice. Your love. Xiyang wanted it for himself, but Xiyang was a coward. You’d never want him, either.