Chapter 22 The Devil's Magic

GIOVANNI ~ ~

The door creaked open and then shut. I made my way to the bar in my home, which was dark and quiet, the only light coming from the bottles of alcohol lining the shelves.

I specifically designed this bar, a few days after becoming an Alpha.

Gleaming bottles of expensive liquor were arranged on a rack behind the counter, their labels all carefully facing outward.The countertop was made of polished marble.

I took a deep breath, the scent of fine spirits filling my senses. I approached the counter, running my hand over the polished marble.

I took a seat and let my eyes wander over the bottles of liquor, their names familiar and exotic.

The bar was a sanctuary, a place where I could escape from the pressures of the outside world.

A place where I could let my defenses lowered, my walls crumbling. A place where I could let my emotions out, without fear of judgment.

I was free to be myself, to cry if I needed to, to be vulnerable. The bar was like a friend, a haven where I could