Chapter 112 One Hundred And Twelve

• Alpha Farrell's POV
• It's been over two weeks and I felt like my life has been sucked out of me. The heavy stench of alcohol was the air I breathed in now, accompanied with the whimpering of my wolf, Ora. What was left of both of us was our brain refusing to accept that Gabriella was truly gone, she left us to be with that scumbag.
• I can't even tell what's happening physically and what's just a figment of my imaginations. For the first few nights Gabriella left, my nights were plagued with dreams of her returns, but for the rest of the night till now I couldn't tell the difference between day and night, I've been in a loophole of endless emotional torture. Why I feel this way, I had no idea. She wasn't my mate, I've never had one but I'm sure even wolf's that lost their mates didn't feel as empty as I'm feeling right now.