Alpha Edward’s POV

As she left, I had the urge to go after her, to plead and ask her to forgive me, but just as she had said, sorry was never enough. Romantic dinners and presents would never match up to the terrible things I did to her. Inhaling deeply, I left the rooftop and went back to my room. As I paced around with a glass of whiskey in my hand, my thoughts turned to memories. I could still recall all the painful things I did to her, and just the memories of them were driving me insane. I couldn’t believe how I had turned into such a beast....