BrutusI stared at her face, her lips, her body. It felt like a dream. A twisted, intoxicating dream. I thought I began hallucinating again. That wasn't true, I had taken medicines in the morning. But when Ashton intervened, I realised it was her. Cassandra was back. For five long years, I was restless. I was consumed by hatred for her betrayal. I hated her for what she had done, I hated myself even more for being unable to move on. To the world, I was Alpha King Brutus. An epitome of strength and power but alone, I was just a restless wolf. My heart whispered that I wronged her, the punishment I gave was too severe. But my mind screamed that She was a traitor. And a traitor deserves punishment. A month ago when I received the news of a female wolf found dead outside the pack, a shiver sent down my spine. I assumed it was her. But after confirmation, I was relieved that it wasn't her. Today when I found her in front of me, Dressed gorgeously. Stark contrasts her innocence. She wa
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