Varg Pov
“Why the f**k did you do that to her?” I growled to myself, slamming my fist into the nearest wall. The impact sent a dull ache through my knuckles, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. Regret clawed at my chest, twisting like a knife. Did I think kissing her would change anything to what had done?
I knew I was losing control, and that’s why I told her to leave. I warned her. But she didn’t listen.
Now, my heart ached in a way I hadn’t felt in years. The first time I felt this kind of pain was the day my parents died. I hated myself then, hated the reckless anger that consumed me and the chaos I unleashed because of it.
And now, here I was again, hurting someone else, someone who didn’t deserve it. Someone who trusted me.
What the hell was wrong with me
