Third Point Of View
A tall manly figure walked out of the three-floor house shutting the door behind him with a thud. Anger emerged with every step he took. He ground trembling under his feet. His right hand, his Beta, upon seeing him in that state, immediately stopped the conversation he was having with the driver and walked towards the backdoor opening it for his Alpha.
The man sat in the car and poured himself a drink. His eyes focused on the ride but his mind was traveling miles away. The silence was his best friend these days. His index finger was tapping on the surface of the crystal glass, mixing the ice cubes and producing a comforting melody.
“Monsieur? “ (Sir?) The man ignored the poor attempt of his Beta to earn some of his attention. “Monsieur?” He tried again, only this tim
