Tristan's Point Of View
My mind was racing a mile a minute. It felt as if I was having an information overload. I didn't exactly have any lingering emotions towards the Alpha. After all, I had only gotten to see him once, and Aunt Maybelline forbade me from ever seeing him again.
That said, I definitely didn't want or need, another damn Mate, and I was mortified at the thought of not getting a choice in the matter. It was entirely possible that my Mates would eliminate him without a second thought, if they ever crossed paths with one another, as well.
From what I could remember, the guy didn't seem like a bad person. He had told me about his life at his facility, and I felt sorry for him because it seemed like his life was much worse than my own.
The fact that he was still in the facility, and suffering terribly, no less, made me sympathetic towards him. However, I didn't know enough about him– or imprinting as a whole– to brainstorm any solutions.
