Phoebe's POV
I stormed down the hallway, my hands clenched into my fists. Embarrassment burned deep inside as I heard some of the servants gossip about Luke and I.
We should have a mating ceremony already but somehow, the Pack isn't in order. There can't be a mating ceremony when my father, Alpha Darius, is sick and almost dying.
I let out a slow breath. I hadn't even realized I have been holding it for a long time now.
Those bitter words hurt badly, digging deep into my spine like a knife, their venomous words piercing to the third of my skin.
Overwhelmed, I buried my face in my hands, the weight of the servants gossip threatening to consume me.
I quickened my pace to escape the toxic ultrances that broke me down to a shard.
Things have been a little sour in my relationship wi
