/Ellis POV/
The Alpha downed his fourth glass of scotch, staring at the opened window in front of him. He twisted the empty glass using his fingers of one hand, the other curled into fists by his side. His mouth twisted in a wry smile as he was forced to acknowledge those words from earlier.
"I am sorry, father." He murmured, his eyes darkening as he recalled the look of agony and pain Anna had levelled at him while those words had dropped from her admittedly luscious mouth. Her words dripped with distaste while she spoke about the poor management done by his people. It was still dark as he slipped out of bed and sat by the desk, the stillness of the room broken only by the crackling of the fire.
"How could I let it happen?" The Alpha scowled and hurled the glass out of the open window,
