Chapter 42. Xavier Would Be Dead

Lucas

I throw a chair across the room and yell loudly. I couldn’t believe the whole plan failed after months of plotting and gathering evidence. The fact that Xavier had the last laugh made me feel like wrapping my hands around someone’s neck. I glared at another chair and threw it across the room before I could stop myself. The chair broke into pieces and I felt relieved.

I heaved, feeling tired already. I wouldn’t let Xavier get away with it. He had embarrassed me in the presence of his pack and people who feared me. I poured a glass of wine and threw it into my mouth, enjoying the sweet-sour taste.

“Lucas, I’m sorry about everything,” Darren said, interrupting the stillness of the room.

I glared at him for a second. I had forgotten he was in the room. “That’s right. You should be sorry, Darren.”

He moved closer, his eyes had lost their usual spark. “I lost my title as well. That’s enough punishment, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, from Xavier, not fro