Back in Creek Castle, Alpha Damion sat at the Longue, dousing himself with multiple shots of whiskey in a futile means to drown out his sorrow. But no matter how he tried to get tipsy, he still couldn't stop thinking about Karen; her flawless face that kept flashing him those sweet smiles and voice that sounded so melodic, even when she got angry.

It pained him to accept the bitter fact that he had lost the fight to win her heart, a pain he found difficult to numb. Even after taking the rum with high alcohol content, he knew it wouldn't work effectively in making him forget his sorrows, since...