Alpha Markus's pov:
I know what I did was wrong. The hurt on my parent's faces said it all. My father was right. Domina doesn't hand out gifts. And I slapped her face in both ways. One, I slapped her face by taking all the things she gave to me. Two, I actually did it. But can you blame me? Domina painted this pretty picture of us. For five years, we made love. Held each other at night. I held her when the weight of her reign got to be too much on her shoulders. I was there for her. I stood by her. Anything she needed, I was there. We truly loved each other. With a flick of a switch, I meant nothing to her. My dreams of us shattered into a million pieces. If she told me she wanted the moon and the stars, I would have gotten them for her. I have never loved anyone as I did her. I heard sto
