Victor's POV
In all my life, I had never felt humiliated like this before. Never!
I was Victor Thorne, the Alpha heir of the Ghostflame pack, and no one dared to embarrass me.
No one!
Yet, there I was, pacing back and forth in my room, my chest heaving with the kind of rage that made my blood boil and veins popped out.
"Arrrghhhhh!" I roared, "Who the hell do you think you are, Evelyn Miller?!"
I held my phone tighter, staring at the ridiculous text message she'd sent me that morning. A text.
She had the audacity to end our engagement through a goddamn text message.
The wedding was days away—this weekend, for fuck's sake—and she called it off like it meant nothing.
Holy fuck!
The engagement ceremony had just taken place, the entire pack watching as she slid my ring onto her finger.
It was a sign of love, a symbol of unity, of power. And now? A text?
The glass in my hand exploded against the wall before I even realized I had angrily thrown it.