Thunder Wolfgang POV
At Wolfgang Mansion
The bottle was half-empty. Or maybe it was half-full. Hell if I cared.
I tipped it back, the bitter burn of whiskey coating my throat, drowning out the gnawing ache in my chest. Around me, my chamber was wrecked—chairs splintered, glass shattered, clothes and wolf pelts tossed like the aftermath of a storm. And maybe it was. Maybe I was the storm.
Because I had lost her.
Margaux. My Margaux.
The girl who had been promised to me since we were pups. The future Luna of Wolfgang Pack. The woman who was supposed to carry my name, my pups, my legacy.
Now? She was dressed in royal silks, draped on the arm of the prince like she had never belonged to me at all.
The council sang her praises. The king and queen embraced her as if she were one of their
