Chapter 180

Della’s POV

Luke wore that disgusting facade of grief. He shook his head and painfully said, “Kylian passed away, and it truly broke my heart.”

He even furrowed his eyebrows and held his chest as if such a scene would really break his heart. It’s disconcerting how he managed to say those words with a straight face when it’s vivid that it's all pretense.

Pointing at the coffin behind him, he continued, “As Kylian’s father and the new alpha, I ought to organize a funeral for my dearest son.”

I scoffed upon hearing that.

Shaking with fury, I asked, “Dead? Who’s dead, Luke? And new alpha?” I scoffed, “You really don’t waste time, do you?”

I backed away and held onto Kylian’s moving chest. Trembling, I pointed out, “He is still weak, but Kylian’s still alive! He’s breathing!”

“How dare you come here with that?” I shouted, disgustedly pointing at the coffin he so productively prepared.

“I am the new Alpha, it’s only right that–”