The bitter, acidic taste of the alcohol fills his mouth. With a gulp, it left a tinge of burn down his throat and stomach.
He stood next to the window in his bedroom and stared straight at the moon with hatred.
It's been an hour since his encounter with her, and it left him in disbelief. Rather, he doesn't want to accept it.
Devan's heart was in pain, and this feeling made him anxious. Fifty drinks of alcohol could not do justice to the foreign feeling.
He was not prepared for this, but the moon goddess thought otherwise. His rough, colossal hand rubbed his angelic face in frustration.
"Alpha," his royal beta, entered the dim room. After closing the door, the glass of alcohol shattered right next to his face when he dodged and he flinched.
"What is our protocol, John?" throwing his a
