With a guttural growl, the Alpha slammed his fists onto the table, the force of his fury sending the laptop and everything else on it crashing to the cold floor.
His boiling blood thundered in his veins, consuming what was left of his restraint.
The room reverberated with the sound of his wrath, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence that had enveloped him moments before.
How could he betray him for Tristan? Why? Why did it have to be that bastard?
Clyde's thoughts screamed in torment. He couldn't stand it.
With another violent kick, he shattered a glass table nearby, the fragments scattering like his splintered heart.
Memories surged, invasive and tormenting, slicing through his mind with brutal clarity.
It hurt him so much, remembering the last time they parted. Yves had shown such care and attention, as if he truly loved him.
Those moments felt so real, so genuine, yet now they seemed like cruel deceptions.