Thomas's pov
"f**k!" I screamed as I picked up the glass plaque and prepared to throw it against the wall.
"Hey, hey!" Lombard intervened, grabbing the plaque from my hand. "Do not destroy the original plaque of the best alpha."
I glared at him, my frustration boiling over. "Do I look like I care? I trusted your dumb ex-girlfriend with the woman I care and love," I spat, my anger laced with disappointment. "I know you hate Annabel…"
"Wait, hold on," Lombard interrupted, his expression shifting. "Do you think I did it on purpose? Dude, I didn't even expect her to come. I don't know who even invited her. I was looking into it when Annabel disappeared while you went all man rage…and you think I did it?"
I took a moment to collect myself, realizing the glass plaque wasn't the real prob
