Axel’s POV.
I never thought it would come to this. The taste of power was so tempting, so addictive, that I became blind to the consequences of my actions. Now, everything I had once held so tightly in my grasp seemed to be slipping through my fingers, like tiny grains of sand carried by the wind.
It all began with Rhea. I used her to climb higher in the Wilson Pack. She was the Alpha’s daughter, and I saw her as a way to make myself stronger within the pack. I pretended to love her, whispered sweet lies into her ear, and made her believe I was sincere. But it was all fake. I never truly cared for her or loved her. I only saw her as a tool, something I could use.
But there was no remorse or guilt weighing on my conscience. To me, love, kindness, and guilt were just weaknesses others had
