Don Rusell unleashes the fury that’s been heating up in his chest.
“You’re worthless!” he yells, smashing his tight fist on the wooden table between us, causing some of the glasses to fall and wines to spill. “A weak human and an heirless alpha aren’t qualified to rule our pack!”
“If that’s what you believe, so be it.”
Lavine's answer doesn’t please his father. More creases appear on the old man's skin when his face twists in rage.
“So be it!?”
Lavine, who’s sitting calmly beside me, responds, “Since you don’t like Cloette, she won’t be my future luna.”
My heart stops beating cold at my chest. I can’t move, let alone speak. What does he mean?
“Coz I won’t be the future main alpha of this pack if she isn’t my luna.”
Relief charges through me which is soon halted by the old man’s s
