Before any of the Alpha males could utter a single syllable of shock, outrage, or confusion, Roxy gasped.
"Oh my god," Roxy choked out, her voice trembling. "Oh my god. Drax."
Zarek frowned, his arms tightening around her waist. "Roxy? What is it?"
"Drax!" Roxy gasped again, scrambling to turn around in Zarek's lap so she could look him in the eye. Tears instantly flooded her vision, hot and stinging with sudden, vicious guilt. "Where is he? I didn't even ask! I walked into the yard, I hugged the twins, I kissed Iris, I gave Tanith a gift... and I didn't even look for my firstborn!"
A/N: How could we miss our Drax?
She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with fresh sobs.
"What kind of mother am I?" she wept, the self-loathing hitting her. "I threw a feast! I sat there and ate and laughed, and I forgot my oldest boy! I'm a monster. I've been gone for months, and the moment I get back, I forget him. He's going to hate me. He should hate me."
