*EVELYN’S POV*
A crash echoed through the room as I swept everything off the table, sending glass and wood shattering onto the floor. Unbothered by my outburst, Alpha Marcus,my father,swirled his wine.
He leaned back against the leather couch, watching me with a cold, calculating look in his eyes.
"Daddy, did I ask you to start a war with the Night Pack?!" I hissed, gripping my hair so tightly my knuckles turned white. "Leonhart is the only man I want. He is the only one with the status and wealth worthy of standing by my side."
"Patience, little one," my father promised, his voice smooth and dangerous. "You'll have him."A sharp laugh broke from my lips. It started out frantic, but quickly decayed into something dark and venomous.
"And that bitch... I want her head on a spike.”
*LEON
