By the time they made it back to the pack house, the bottle in Xavier's hand was empty and yet his heart was wrecked. So much pain that he could swear on his life that it was bleeding. His eyes glided up, staring longingly at Celia's back. He'd reach for her, touch her, hold her...but she didn't want him to...
Tears welled up in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall, he was an alpha king, this shouldn't phase him, this shouldn't hurt...
But God did it hurt! It hurt like a b*tch, her words felt like stones mercilessly being thrown at his chest or like a knife cutting over and over into his heart. He wanted it to stop and the only way that would happen was if he managed to stop her from leaving, he'd try...he'd give it his all...because she...she was now the person he wanted to look up a
