Chapter 115

Douglas sat haphazardly on the chair, spreading out his arms like he was about to be crucified. On a hand is a bottle of wine. He was in his chambers, trying to get over his depressive state of mind.

He would have never thought Miranda’s death would get to him this much. Douglas had been happy and felt fulfilled sending down Mark’s fur to Dylan. But to his own disappointment, he has been secretly mourning Miranda.

This is what they did call love then. Despite her attempt at hurting him, he still couldn’t get over her. Maybe, he should have left her alone, locked her up for a while and had her back as his. He drank from the bottle again, chewing on the liquid like there was something embedded in it.

Hissing angrily, Douglas sat up. He was definitely going to seek his revenge on Dylan, and nothing would stop him. Whatever pain he was enduring at the moment was all Dylan’s fault. How bad would it have been if only he had left that mate of his alone? But Dylan, as alwa