The Alpha’s Empty Antique Cabinet

My mate, Alpha Richard, locked our she-pup inside a sealed antique cabinet.

Our asthmatic pup.

All because his adopted sister's pup was throwing a tantrum and needed a "doll" to amuse him.

"It's just a Ball-Jointed Doll in there," he sneered. "Can't you even tell your own pup from a doll?"

Then he walked next door to praise the boy. “You’re so much braver than my pup,” he cooed. “You’re my favorite.”

Later, at a fashion show, he let his sister steal the designs I made for our pup.

He called me a plagiarist to protect her.

I was about to shatter when a man burst through the doors.

In his hands was a funeral portrait of my pup.