---- His eyes were red as blood, his movements frenzied and violent, as if he could somehow destroy the pain inside him by destroying everything around him. "Alpha, stop!" James shouted, trying to approach him. "This won't change anything!" But Damon spun around, his face twisted with rage and anguish. "Don't you understand?" he roared. "It's over! Everything is over!" His men finally seemed to snap back to reality and rushed forward to stop him. "Alpha, don't do this!" Marcus pleaded, grabbing his arm. "It's just one plan that fell through! You haven't lost the Alpha King election yet! There's no need to be this angry!" Damon stopped mid-destruction, breathing heavily. His eyes were still red as blood as he looked at his men. "Who said I'm angry because the plan fell through?" ---- he asked, his voice deadly quiet. The question hung in the air like a challenge. "Then... then what are you angry about?" someone couldn't help but ask. Damon's movements paused. For a moment, confusion flickered in his eyes, as if he was seeing clearly for the first time in years. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. His mind was in complete chaos, his heart feeling like something was gripping it tightly, the pain almost suffocating him. The truth was too terrible to speak aloud: he was angry at himself for falling in love. For ruining the best thing in his life through his own arrogance and greed. Instead of answering, he walked to the display case where the most precious gift was kept. The Heart of the Ocean brooch-worth more than ---- most packs' entire treasuries. The gift he'd planned to give me as a symbol of his supposed love. He grabbed it with both hands and walked to where they kept the silver powder for emergencies. "Alpha, no!" Marcus shouted, realizing what he was about to do. "That's worth-" But Damon threw the priceless brooch into the silver powder with violent force. The pure silver began corroding the delicate metals immediately, destroying the precious gems, turning beauty into toxic waste. It was the complete destruction of everything he had carefully planned, everything he had hoped for. The banquet hall was now in complete ruins around him. All his men held their breath, not daring to speak or move.