Aiden’s POV
I storm through the pack house corridors back towards the kitchen, stopping in the hall to get my breath back before I enter.
“f*****g asshole!!” I fume to myself as I let my fist fly at the concrete wall, smashing against it with force.
The rage inside me is reaching a dangerous f*****g level and I need to release this pent up aggression somehow.
I pace the floor for another few seconds before stopping to look down at my fist which is bloodied and still shaking with rage. I hardly know who I’m more angry with. That pathetic prick outside or myself for standing there like an i***t while he spoke to me like that. The whole time I had to hold myself back from punching his f*****g smug face. If it wasn’t for the fact that I don’t want Lucille to catch any flack from her Alp
