Alpha Edward's POV
Storming into my room, I walked over to the bar, took out a bottle of dry gin from the shelf, and poured myself a generous amount. The burn of the alcohol as it went down my throat was a welcome distraction from the turmoil inside me. My hands trembled as I clutched the glass, my mind racing with a storm of emotions. How did it come to this? The question echoed in my mind. I had lost so much—my mate, my son's childhood, the trust of my best friend. And all because of the rage and deception that had blinded me. My reflection in the mirror behind the bar looked haunted, a man broken by his choices. The memory of Amanda’s words pierced me again. She had every right to hate me. I had been a monster, driven by pain and a misguided sense of justice. But underneath it all, I w
