Another priceless crystal vase exploded against the wall of Sabrina’s chamber, shards raining like ice across the bearskin rug.
“PREGNANT!” she screamed, voice cracking with pure, venomous rage. “That half-blood b***h is PREGNANT!”
The sound that followed wasn’t human. It was something feral, something that had been clawing inside her chest since the moment she saw Lilith’s hand resting on her stomach and Jackson’s face light up like the sun had risen just for her.
“I was born for that throne. I was raised for it. My blood is pure, my pack wealthy, my beauty unmatched. And yet she, she, gets everything.”
The rage tasted like copper. She wanted to scream until the mountains cracked. She wanted to tear Lilith apart with her bare hands and watch those ruby eyes dim. She wanted to force Ja
