It Can’t Be

Alpha Damon:

It all made sense.

I hated how badly it all made sense.

Of all people… This had to be a sick joke the goddess was playing on me.

I tried my best to appear nonchalant about the news in front of my men but it wasn’t working.

“Who told you this? You said it yourself it’s just a rumor. Who verified it to say it’s real or not?” I asked, hoping to find lapses in their story so I could get rid of this uncomfortable, crippling feeling.

I still remembered seeing my mother smiling down at me before blood began to pool by the sides of her mouth and she fell fell lifeless right in front of me. I still remembered seeing him right behind her, holding the gun which was still smoking, the weapon that had killed my mother.

That man, Lawrence had the guts to act like he was sorry for what he had done. He had dropped the gun and ran up to me to apologize, telling me he didn’t know how it happened and that it wasn’t his bullet.

But we all knew him. He was a legend in his field, a huma