Chapter 37

Killian:

"Dammit..." I cursed as I sipped on my liquor, my office was already smelling of aged oak, leather, and sharp liquor, the kind of burn that lingered in the back of the throat long after the first swallow. The amber liquid swirled in my glass as I sat hunched over the wide desk in my office, my jaw tight, my eyes bloodshot from more than just drink. Anger, regret, and shame fought for dominance inside me. I had always prided myself on being a strong Alpha, the kind who made choices with certainty and carried them through. Yet tonight, I was nothing but a man torn apart by his own weakness.

I had hurt her, do the same thing I promised myself not to do to any female that I have picked for a mate after Elara left. I told myself, that I will never raise my hands on any female again but no, I ate my words and did the same thing again

And for what?

For my father’s approval. For the protection of my sister. For the iron-clad expectations that had weighed on my shoulders since the