Blaze & Ajax (Alpha’s Rejects #3)

I stood there with my arms wrapped around me as I stared at Ajax, lying face down on his bed, completely out. He’d hardly slept at all before he fell into depression, so he had a lot of sleep to make up.

My emotions wrung tightly around me, constricting, suffocating. I never wanted to fucking go through that again, but I knew I would. The doctor made that clear. This was a lifelong mental health issue.

I was not only stressed out about Ajax, but about my own behavior and fucking life. If this wasn’t a wake-up call, I didn’t know what was. Not even getting kicked out of my own home pushed me to change and adapt. In fact, it had done the opposite because I didn’t care about my mother. I didn’t love her. My love for my stepfather wasn’t real. But Ajax? It proved how much and how hard I’d fallen.

Regardless, because of my refusal and stubbornness to adapt and grow, I’d failed Ajax. I fed his mania instead of trying to calm him down, and for what? Petty revenge against my mother?