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The night was completely dark. There was no moon to light up the ground. There was only darkness that was engulfing outside.
lan was sitting on the floor, with his back against the bed.
There was an empty bottle lying on the floor. He held one bottle in his hand.
The redness surrounding his dark orbs was maniacal. He was going through an emotional breakdown. A cold man like him could not cry. But his emotions were visible in his eyes.
Bringing the bottle close to his mouth, he chugged a few more gulps. The bitter taste and the high level of alcohol burned his throat.
But he did not stop drinking.
In the last four years, Ian Dawson had made an image in the werewolf world. People knew the young man was cold and heartless. He showed no mercy and was ruthless toward others. He did not even let go of his own parents, mocking them if they opposed him.
If anyone saw him in this condition, they would be shocked.
He had the bottle in one hand and one hand that was resting on his knees. His other leg was resting straight on the ground.
His eyes were on the wall before him. With the help of the projector light, the pictures on it continued to change. His eyes were fixed on the photos.
They were the photos of Ava and him.
In one photo, Ava was sleeping in his arms.
It was a photo that he clicked when she was sick. Her body temperature was getting low, so he tried to heat her body while hugging her.
While focusing on the photo, he gulped the drink again and again.
The photo changed, and another one appeared in his sight, piercing his eyes.
It looked like he had watched all the photos of her and him from the past. The new photos that his men were able to get from the Thunder Howl Pack began to be displayed at this time.
It was a photo of Ava and Dane.
His hold on the wine bottle tightened. He was about to shatter the bottle but decided against it.
He wanted to see how long he could hold out.
It was a photo of Ava and Dane at a club. Ava was hugging Dane’s neck. His jacket was wrapped around her. He was carrying her and going somewhere.
It looked like they were leaving the club to spend the night alone. Someone in the club recognized Dane a head Alpha and took advantage of the opportunity to photograph him.
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Ian remembered the night when he wanted to make love with Ava but she stopped him. She always stopped him from touching her body..
His eyes darkened as he suspected she was only pretending to be with him.
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He wondered how many nights she had spent with Dane. D she ever think of him while she was with him?
The photos changed, and some pictures of Ava and Dane in the office appeared. She looked professional with others, but with Dane, she looked soft.
Ian could not help but recall what she told him today.
Did she really love Dane?
How?
How could she love Dane when she never loved him?
Did she really plan with Dane and broke his heart years ago
Suddenly he started to feel pain in his back. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the mattress while sitting.
Every moment was like a punishment for him. Time stopped, and everything around him became frozen.
Every night was like a thorn for him. The pain on the inside was not healing. The rage was the deepest pain in his heart, and it came out as anger.
He gazed at the photos again as his eyes stopped on Dane’s face.
“What would I argue with others when I myself started to behave like a stranger?”
He closed his eyes again and chuckled.
His life had led him to a point where there was no way forward.
Even if he was furious and almost wanted to kill Ava for betraying him so deeply, he could not do so. He could not even consider the thought. Even thinking about her death made his heart shaky.
Did he really hate her?
As he burned under the influence of alcohol, the door to his bedroom flew open.
A woman entered the room and looked around before her gaze fell on him.
He looked at her with a frown.
“Freya?”
Freya closed the door and rushed toward him. She sat down on her knees and hugged his neck.
She started to cry.
“Ian.”
He was drunk, but not to the point where he could not control himself.
“What happened?”
His cold voice forced her to break the hug. She sobbed as she lowered her head.
He gripped her jaw and lifted her chin. His eyes fell on her tears.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to be a little softer to the woman.
She wiped her tears and mumbled, not looking at him. “He He snatched all of my projects, Ian. I am doomed.”
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Ian was aware of this after hearing Dane discuss it earlier today. Tan had told him not to play with Freya. But it appeared Dane had made up his mind to make Freya suffer
“Stop crying. I am not good at calming women,” he said, letting go of her chin.
Freya looked at him, blinking her eyes. She bit her bottom lip as she recalled how another person calmed her every time she cried. He always treated her like a princess, but lar was so cold he did not even care.
She shook her head, realizing she had started comparing lan to Dane. She came this way knowing that lan was not Dane. How could she have expected him to be another person?
“Don’t worry. Now your name is added with Ian Dawson. No one dares to offend me. You will get all of your projects back.”
