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ALPHA ZAC WOODS

I left the dining hall in anger. The impulse to slit her throat and watch her blood spill on my hands lit up in me.

How could she have the guts to steal in my pack? As if seducing me and making me stoop so low sleep with her was not enough.

'She has to pay. She has to pay.' The anger within me increased and I was getting out of control.

How can she think she's smarter than me? Stealing from my lady under my nose.

I will make her a scape goat, a lesson for others to learn from.

I walked into my room and opened the bottle of wine in front of me.

I poured it into the glass on the table, my anger making my hand unstable making me almost pour out the content of the bottle.

I gulped down the whole liquid and I turned in another one. I gulped it down again and turned in the third round. I was about to gulp it down my throat when a feminine hand held my hand, preventing me from pouring the contents into my mouth.

With her second hand, she collected the glass cup from me and