Chapter 99

Alpha Damon sat in his office, his head hung low, his elbow resting on the mahogany desk. A glass of untouched bourbon was on the table, beside several stacks of papers he was supposed to go through. But the thought of Alysia had made him weak. He wished there was something he could do and he let out a deep sigh, grabbing the glass of bourbon and bringing it to his lips. He held it there for a while, as though contemplating whether to drink it or to just keep it. He muttered a string of curses as he threw it across the room. “Fucking hell!” He muttered. Her voice echoed in his head when the night was too quiet. He hadn’t slept properly since her abduction. He kept thinking of the worst. Of what Andrew might’ve done. Of what kind of monster he’d become to ever believe he could steal her and keep her. There was a sharp knock at the door and it opened before he could even answer. Beta Charles stood in the doorway, breathless, his expression strained with something between urgency and disb