Kylian’s POV
Figidly, I waited anxiously as I looked at the door, waiting for Henry to return. Preferably with Della with him.
Not long after, the door swung open, and my body jolted a bit in anticipation. When Henry entered, I subconsciously looked behind him, wishing Della would pop out and give me a cheerful smile as if to say that we would be fine again.
But sourness only intensified the pain in my wounded heart, and my lips formed into a bitter smile as soon as I saw the pity in Henry’s eyes.
Of course… she didn’t change her mind… Just as I expected.
I knew that it was what would happen, but still… it left me even more broken.
Silence filled the room, and my hand subconsciously tried to grab another bottle of wine, but Henry was fast.
In a matter of seconds, he was by my side, holding my wrist and stopping me from doing so.
Sitting beside me, he reminded me in a cautious and gentle tone, “Alpha Kylian… You are an Alpha. Our Alpha.”