Chapter ninety

Alpha Khalid's pov:

Standing up from my chair, I stride toward Albin's room.

Stopping at his room, I raised my hand and gave a gentle knock at the door.

"Enter," he said promptly.

Pushing his door, I walked him. He was just sitting beside his window with a glass of wine looking depleted.

Despite ordering the person to enter inside, he didn't even try to know who might have come into his chamber.

My nose scrunched in disgust as the smell of alcohol lingered around his room, glancing around with my eyes narrowing in annoyance. I noticed the empty jars of alcoholic drinks on the floor.

His room looks tattered, everything was not arranged. The bedspread is almost under his mattress, and none of his five pillows were on his bed.

Used tissue papers were seen tossed around his room, and used pliable plates and broken ones were around everywhere.

Pieces of bottles broken into shreds were at every corner of his room with a liquid stain on the wall; looks like a jar of drink was smashed