CHAPTER HUNDRED SIXTY FIVE

Liam’s POV

Two years wasn’t such a long time, after all, I thought as I sat in the stuffy comfort of my study. Two years had passed since the incident with the traitor, Roseline. For weeks and months, it was the only thing I had thought about, the way her family had been slain, the way she had died too, and most of all, the fury and hatred her eyes had portrayed. Whatever, to hell with that and to hell with her! She was gone now and probably rotting in hell with the rest of her family. I was glad it was all behind me now, two years was long enough for one to move on.

I smoked cigarette after cigarette in my study until I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I ordered and a maid walked in stiffly and bowed.

“Alpha Liam, the dining table is set.” She announced and I nodded.

She walked away and closed the door behind her, I took in a deep breath as I stubbed out my cigarette. I suddenly didn’t feel enthusiastic about anything anymore, I took my coat from the hanger it was on and l