Alpha Markus’s POV:
I know what I did was wrong. The hurt on my parents' faces said it all. My father was right. Domina doesn’t hand out gifts. And I slapped her face both ways. One, I slapped her face by taking all the things she gave me for granted. Two, I actually did it. But could you blame me? Domina painted this pretty picture of us. For five years, we made love. Held each other at night. I comforted her when the weight of her reign was too much on her shoulders. I was there for her. I stood by her. Anything she needed, I was there. We truly loved each other. Or so I thought. With a flick of a switch, I meant nothing to her. My dreams of us were shattered into a million pieces. If she had told me she wanted the moon and the stars, I would have gotten them for her. I have never love
