He was standing on the bridge, looking at the water below him. It had been three years since Anna had left her life, but the pain was still there. He loved Anna more than his own life, and losing her felt like a part of him dead with her.
With time, he had learned to hide his pain. He didn't want anyone to see how much he still hurt her. He had put back the same brutality and coldness.
He had accepted that she would never meet him, but now "his halo" had become someone else's, the pain was beyond description. And that too with such a person who was his enemy. Alpha himself had made the transfer of Dante. Anna's distance was life-threatening, but her being Dante's wife was like a bereavement which could not be lessened.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try to put it out of
