Once they were finally away from the deafening roar of the crowd, the cheering, the fake smiles, and the stifling air of celebration that tasted of betrayal rather than triumph, once the heavy doors of the awaiting limousine shut behind them with a mechanical hiss, cutting off the world outside, Dahlia exploded.
It wasn’t the quiet simmering kind of anger, not the contained sort of royal disappointment laced with dignity, … they were far past dignity.
This was a hurricane of unbridled, boiling rage that had nowhere to go but out, and she unleashed it like a storm tearing through everything in its path.
Her scream pierced the heavy silence of the vehicle like a blade, raw and animalistic, echoing off the leather and chrome.
“I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT… THAT MONGREL STOLE MY MATE!” she shri
