ROWAN
Striding down the long hallways of the hospital, I tug at my coat and try to loosen my taut face as I approach a group of subordinates.
They bow to me with shy, cheesy smiles and I nod in response, attempting the best prom smile that I can. They move along and I'm back to having a taut face.
It can't be helped. I'm in a foul mood. I've been this way since returning from Alpha Kenzo's Pack two days ago.
Finding out that Nova is carrying my child and that Kenzo had planned to sell her off has been the most damning s**t for me to accept.
I've spent the last two nights reliving that moment and jotting out a few of the most brutal tips on how to kill a man. How to slowly seep life out of him until he's left with nothing. It's the kind of death that Kenzo deserves. The slow and pa
