The Rose He Killed Chapter 08

Alcohol was his only way to numb the pain.

Then, at a corner, a woman in a bohemian maxi dress walked past. Her profile flashed in the dim light.

for just a second.

Asher jolted violently. Half the drunken fog burned off.

“Chloe?!” he croaked, staggering after her.

But when he reached the corner, there was only the crowded street and unfamiliar faces. No trace of the

unforgettable figure.

He stood there lost, like a child.

Was it a hallucination? Or had he really seen?

The alcohol fogged his brain. The silhouette was so real, yet so ethereal.

“A hallucination… it has to be a hallucination…” he muttered, clutching his head in pain, sliding down

against a filthy wall. “She’s dead… I drove her to death…”

vine.

But that fleeting glimpse had dropped a pebble into his dead-calm heart, sending out endless ripples.

From that day on, a mad notion that “I might still be alive” wrapped around his breaking nerves like a

He used every resource, every person he could, to search worldwide for any clue connected to me.

Every time he got some vague lead, he’d chase it recklessly. And every time, he came back with nothing.

He voluntarily stepped down as Alpha and spent the rest of his life on the road.