ANDREW
Andrew was seated at the head of the dinner table that was preserved only for him. He jabbed his fork at his food as his other hand repeatedly drummed the table continuously.
He was restless and a little out of his mind. Ever since Conan's visit, he had somehow lost appetite to even have dinner. His brain was in chaos as though a time bomb was planted there that would go off any time soon.
And his brain wasn't helping matters either because it kept on reminding him about the incident that had happened earlier. It felt like a tape was inserted into his head which was on repeat.
Iris had a mate!
He growled angrily. His wolf gnawing and prowling at him. He had told himself that he would wait for her explanation but why does it feel like he wasn't ready to hear it. What if she come
