BETA ALEXANDER POV
I was resting in my chambers still trying to recover from the injury I got from the clash with that bastard, that selfish and undeserving little alpha wolf. I didn't heal as fast as other wolves did.
Even with this injury, my blood were still boiling in my veins. All I could think about everyday, every hour, every minute, every second was how I was going to rip out Herrick's heart out of his ribcage, but make him suffer, make all the members of his pack suffer, make everyone he loves and protect suffer. I will kill his mother right before him before ripping off her head from her neck and hang it on a spike.
I never liked that power selfish wrench. I only got to like her because of my late friend or was he an enemy.
The anger I felt towards Herrick was getting worse every single day. I could feel it, touch it, see it—-it is all I can think about every now and then.
