Alpha Leonardo;
Gulping down the large quantity of alcohol straight from the bottle did not do anything to help me push the thought of my pet away from my head. Why was I f*****g mad over the fact I saw her speak with my bastard brother when he arrived my party?
What the f**k was wrong with my damn head?
I had asked this a lot of times, but got no f*****g answers. This was my first time having stupid unexplainable pains in my heart because of the actions of a she-wolf.
I couldn't believe myself that I fought my brother for her sake. What was indeed wrong with me? I’m losing my f*****g mind. I’d pushed her away, probably I was gonna feel alright or the thought of her would die off in my head.
But nahh. It didn't do s**t.
Rather, I found myself wanting to see her and be with her. ‘M
