“But it was still the Alpha’s child, right? Even if it was half-breed, wouldn’t he come after Vera for hurting it?”
I held my breath, waiting for their response.
“No way,” the other one scoffed. “I overheard Vera talking to him yesterday. Darius said he didn’t care. He couldn’t care less about the half-breed.”
The world tilted. My legs wobbled, and I accidentally knocked against the stall, sending them scurrying. My stomach churned, anger flooding through me like wildfire. It wasn’t just that they saw me as nothing—Darius didn’t care either. I was nothing to him, and neither was our child.
By the time I made it back to the packhouse, my anger had reached a boiling point. I could barely contain it. Every step I took felt heavy, my fury pressing against my chest, clawing to get out. I just wanted to get back to the kitchen, unload the groceries, and lock myself away from everyone.
But the moment I stepped inside, a maid appeared. “The Alpha is calling for you, Miss Lyanna,” she said politely, though there was a glint of curiosity in her eyes.