Chapter 193. Hard Liqour

I stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. The heaviness in the air was almost suffocating, and Alan’s hollow expression as he walked away left an ache in my chest. 

It was not my fault, was it? I did not really do anything. So why was I feeling guilty? Why was I feeling like it all had happened because of me, and that if I had never shown up in these people lives, all of this would have never happened? 

You remember how everything was fine with the alpha and then when I showed up in his life, it all went to sh*t? Maybe I was cursed. Maybe I was the problem. 

The clink of the glass, as he poured himself a drink, echoed through the quiet house, a sharp contrast to the muffled sobs coming from one of the upstairs bedrooms. I had a strong feeling that it was probably Amber. 

This was not my family, yet somehow, I felt entangled in their pain. It was as if the broken pieces of their lives mirrored my own. For years, I had carried a wei