WARNING: mature content
Brandon's P.O.V.
I sat behind my desk, feeling blurry since I was drunk as hell. I didn’t care, so I took my glass of whiskey and poured it down my throat, every single drop of it. I slammed the glass down as I stared at my laptop screen. Everything had been going just fine for a while. Since I had claimed Charlotte, it seemed as if she was growing closer towards me, she looked like she even liked me at some point. I knew that if I just had had more time with her… I growled at my own thoughts. My mother had mind linked me and my father, stating that that arrogant asshole was back inside of my house, probably looking for Charlotte. I had felt so livid, I needed to get my hands on the guy who dared to call my mate his. I needed to feel his neck snap around my finger
