CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE - LOVE ME 

WILLIAMS’ POV

I stood there, frozen in shock, as the door slammed shut behind Monica. The silence was deafening, and my mind reeled with the weight of our argument. It felt like a storm had ripped through the penthouse, leaving behind a desolate landscape of shattered promises and wounded hearts.

One minute we were reconnecting, the fragile threads of trust weaving back together. The next, I'd managed to unravel them all with my clumsy attempts at fidelity. Shame burned a hole in my gut.

I took a shuddering breath, willing myself to move. I had to go after her, explain. But as I lurched towards the door, a horrifying thought struck me. What if it was too late? What if, in my desperate search for solace, I'd pushed her away for good?

Just then, my phone buzzed, a discordant melody against the oppressive silence. Dread coiled around my throat like a serpent. It was the Alpha.

My finger hovered over the decline button, the urge to bury my head in the sand momentarily appealing. But the k