POV: Markus
The bottle was already half empty.
Markus sat alone in his office, staring at the amber liquid inside his glass.
The room was dark except for a single lamp burning in the corner.
Outside, Bluestone Pack slept peacefully.
Inside, Markus felt like he was falling apart.
He wasn’t supposed to be drinking.
He rarely drank.
As Alpha, he needed a clear mind.
A clear head.
Control.
Tonight, he didn’t care.
The first glass had done nothing.
Neither had the second.
Now he was halfway through the bottle, and somehow the ache in his chest only seemed to grow stronger.
His thoughts kept returning to her.
Felicia.
The woman he had spent five years trying to forget.
The woman he had finally seen again.
The woman who looked at him as if he were a stranger.
No.
Not a strang
