Dreg felt the weight of the truth pressing down on him like an anvil. The study, usually a haven for his contemplation and solace, felt confining and suffocating today.
The morning sun filtered through the expansive windows, casting long shadows across the spacious room. His eyes, ringed by dark circles, bore the testament of sleepless nights spent wrestling with the damning knowledge.
He leaned back in the high-backed chair, the bookshelf beside him standing tall, holding volumes that once provided him with escape and knowledge.
Now, they seemed like mere decorations in a world where reality had turned ashen and bleak.
The revelation had come crashing down on him when Bella, his mate, trusted confidant and best friend had revealed the dreadful truth. The person he had so effortlessly ended was none other than the father of his mate.
How could fate be so cruel? Dreg clenched his fists in frustration, the agony of remorse stabbing at his core.