Ruin Me, Alpha
Three.
“More vintage, Alpha Rowan?” Raymond asked, his voice eager, bordering on pathetic. “It’s from the southern vineyards. A spoil of war.”
“Don’t mind if I do, Raymond,” Rowan chuckled, holding out his glass.
I closed my eyes for a brief moment. I had lived this dinner before.
In the real timeline, I flipped the table and killed Rowan before the appetizers arrived. I sat in silence until the dessert came, bored out of my mind. Then, I walked out before the main course, in a blood-stained shirt.
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