Chapter 136
The moment the door slammed shut behind him, Roman went ballistic.
He grabbed the glass vase of flowers sitting next to the door and threw it against the shelf, shattering the mirror into pieces.
The beta rushed in after him, eyes wide. "Alpha," he called, but it was of no use.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fucking hell!" Roman growled, veins popping out of his neck as he thrashed his entire table. Slamming his fists repeatedly against the wooden table, damaging it so hard that the splinters dug into his skin as he pounded hard on it.
"Fuckkkk!" He growled, throwing yet another vase at the shelf.
He was beyond ballistic. His knuckles were bleeding, eyes red, sweating like he'd been cooked. He was enraged.
What kind of sick joke was this? Adina? Of all people. Adina.
Of all people to be the king's mate. It's Adina.
