ALPHA JACE SLAVO
“Alpha?”
Enzo was standing in the middle of my living room. I heard him calling for my attention, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him or answer him. I couldn’t take my mind off the humiliation I drenched myself with yesterday.
Fuck!
That was the second time I got rejected by Ariana. Firstly, it was when she said no to me when I offered her a deal and asked her to give birth to my son, and secondly, it was yesterday.
“You can't always get what you want, Alpha Jace Slavo.”
That statement was humiliating, demeaning, and a nonviolent yet verbally violent rejection. Those remarks made it impossible for me to have a blissful night. They were more painful than the scar on my chest, which had become even less painful these past few days even without using the numerou
