Alec’s breath came out in ragged bursts as he started throwing everything within reach—vases, books, the crystal ashtray, the glass of whiskey he’d poured hours ago. Everything shattered against the walls, but nothing could shatter the storm that had taken hold of his chest. The fury in his eyes was beyond anything human—it was the rage of a monster unchained, of a past resurrected.
He screamed—a raw, guttural sound that tore through the silence like a beast howling in agony. His fists punched into the walls, leaving dents in the plaster. He could feel it, boiling beneath his skin—madness. It surged like venom, coating every rational thought, replacing it with a violent thirst for revenge.
Melissa.
Once this madness passed, once he could breathe again without choking on the weight of hi
