Chapter: 50
In the middle of the night the moon looked hazy hidden behind the clouds as snow started to slowly fall. The insects had long ago gone silent due to the cold as a man sat in the courtyard ignoring the chill and snow. His back was straight and eyes red as they fixed on the bottle of wine until another man stood in front of him smoking. Their eyes remained locked for a few seconds.
“You look like a beaten dog,” Third Prince Farrell commented. His half naked body was wet and he smelled of the woman who had helped him release his stress by giving him a blowjob in the shower. He made himself comfortable in the empty seat opposite Casimir while he continued to smoke. His former Beta looked like an absolute mess with his wrinkled clothes, messy hair, red eyes, and missing finger.
