Marcella POV
"You think you can just walk away from me, Julian?" I scream at his retreating back.
The coffee shop door bangs shut behind him, the small brass bell overhead rattling like a tin cup.
Every eye in the place locks onto me.
Baristas in stained aprons stare from behind the counter. A couple at a corner table lowers their mugs, whispering.
My chest heaves, hot blood slamming into my ears.
Julian left me here. He actually turned around and walked out after what that man said.
Cooper Rogue.
The name tastes like copper in my mouth.
My knuckles turn white as I grip the edge of the laminate table. The plastic digs hard into my palms, leaving deep red lines.
The first heir of the Rogue Pack. The ultimate royalty of our world.
And I just screamed in his face.
A cold droplet o
