The Grapes Of Wrath Novel Novels & Stories

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"

The snow fell light outside. I was Killian Wolfe. Warborn. Alpha. No one questioned or disobeyed me but she did. She didn’t cry when I rejected her. She didn’t beg. She looked at me like I was nothing. I turned away from the window and reached for the glass of wine on the table, I downed it in one goal. The burn in my throat didn’t help. I gripped the glass harder and it cracked. I needed to bury her. Not her body. The memory.