Xavier's POV
It was no wonder she had gotten so drunk tonight. She was trying to numb the pain of that day, trying to forget the humiliation and hurt.
I could feel the fire of fury in my chest, the desire to rip apart the man who had dared to hurt her. He wasn't worthy to call himself an Alpha, much less her father. If I had been stronger, I would have killed him. He didn't deserve to live, let alone hurt her like that.
The day a wolf shifts is supposed to be one of the most joyous, celebrated moments of their life. It's meant to be a day of pride and excitement, one you can look back on and say, this is who I am now, this is who I'm meant to be. But for Alex? That day had become her nightmare, a memory she couldn't escape. It was a day of rejection and pain.
Her father hadn't wanted her.
I gritted my teeth, the rage bubbling inside me like a volcano waiting to erupt. I should have killed him. I should have been there for her.
