"Shit... Fuck.. God dammit.. Son of a motherfucking b***h" I scream
Slamming the phone down on the table, I pull my hair, what the f**k was I thinking I am a fucken fool, no wait I am a pathetic, self centered asshole for trying to control the only woman I have ever cared about..
Slamming my fist into the wall, I sit down and take a swig of my whiskey.. Staring out the window watching my fellow mates train.. A knock on the door tears me away from my disgusting thoughts..
"Sorry to bug Alpha but... Uhm... I need to talk to you about some supplies" my head chef mumbles
"Come on in" I say angrily
"Well OK, we need fresh veggies, fruits, milk, butter, eggs, flour, sugar...."he says
The list goes on but I am not paying him any attention, my thoughts are on my lovely Luna, the way she sm
