The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter

Zane~

The silence in my office was deafening.

I sat in my leather chair, staring blankly at the glass of whiskey in my hand, swirling the amber liquid in slow circles. The room felt colder, emptier, as if something vital had just been ripped away. And maybe it had.

Natalie had ran out crying.

And it was my fault.

My hands curled into fists on the desk as Red stirred uneasily inside me. His presence was a force, his emotions intertwining with mine, amplifying my turmoil.

"You should have stopped her."

I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Stopped her and done what?"

"Anything. Everything."

Red growled lowly, frustrated, but he had no answer. Neither did I.