•Dahlia•
It was a message from my father. As I tapped on it, I saw that there were over fifty messages from him and more were still coming in—hence, the buzzing noise.
[River said that you got a divorce from him. Who gave you the permission to do that?]
[And you’re pregnant??]
[Also mates with the king??]
[Who told you to leave the pack? Has the king even accepted you?]
[Why aren’t you answering any of my messages or taking my calls?]
[Dahlia, don’t make me angry! Answer me this instant!]
Yeah, right.
I tossed the phone back on the bed and collapsed on it. The ceiling above my head was fashioned with fine markings that seemed to tell a tale I couldn’t understand.
I exhaled through my mouth, thinking of how angry Father already was. Surprisingly, it put a smirk on my face.
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