When she brought it up again, I paused. Although some part of the pack house had been eaten by the fire, pack warriors were alerted and controlled the fire. It didn't scatter the entire house, but the smoke that filled inside made everyone freak out.
As petrified as I was, I gasped at Alpha's hand. It was too late when I realized he stormed out, all by himself, leaving me behind and struggling to breathe.
At first, I understood that Alpha's presence, together with the pack warriors, was needed to oust rogues, and he managed to kill all rogues along the way.
But as I left the room, I caught a glimpse of the Alpha saving Zora, carrying her like a bride as they disappeared out of the smoke.
I was astonished, and my whole system shook in rage; my wolf let out a dominant growl.
It should have been me, but he neglected me, choosing his childhood sweetheart.
With the suffocating smoke, I had no other choice but to move downstairs, roaring in rage that I wanted our bond to be broken that night.
I returned to my senses but was at a loss for words.