Derek
"What the f**k!?" I roared, staring at the empty Luna suite. "Where is she!?"
"I-I-I heard that she moved downstairs, Alpha," the omega that brought me my breakfast tray stammered. "I thought you knew?"
"Does this look like the face of a person in the know?" I seethed thunderously.
"Um...no?"
"Get out!" I snarled, smacking the tray out of his hands. It fell to the floor with a loud clatter, splattering mashed potatoes and gravy. The omega fled, and I proceeded to break two lamps, rip down the drapes, and smash a small end table to smithereens. In the end, it didn't help; all it got me was an even bigger mess and some broken glass stuck in my thumb.
I angrily picked the glass shard out and flicked it away, the cut healing quickly. As I looked around though, I guilt hit me like
