Alaric’s POV:

(One Month Later)

One month.

Thirty days.

Over seven hundred hours.

That was how long it had been since I last spoke to Meadow, touched her, kissed her, held her… I was losing my fucking mind.

‘Thud.’

I couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t live without her, couldn’t fucking function without her.

‘Thud.’ My fist connected with my diamond-studded punching bag again and again and again until I was satisfied.

However, I was never fucking satisfied. I didn’t ...