Killian Draven
In the dining room, I sat in my chair watching Victor, who stood at the entrance speaking to one of the maids. When she left, he turned to me and shook his head.
I sighed, knowing exactly what that meant. My omega was still mad at me, and now she was refusing to eat. I knew I should have done something, gone to see her. At that moment, I was willing to go to war rather than face her and the hurt I'd put in her eyes.
Dinner felt bland as I forced myself to eat, and afterward I headed straight to my office. I poured myself a drink, and another, and another until I lost count. I fought the urge to go to her, telling myself I was giving her time to realize that I had done what was best for her.
Victor walked in without knocking. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Don't," I warned, but
