Mother of our pups

Draven's POV

“Draven… Draven. Don't say that. Tell me you don't mean it.” Stella said and I stood there silently. It was evident that I meant what I said and I wanted her gone.

Her eyes were bloodshot, it looked as if she had no more tears to shed. The girl wiped her tears and sat back on the couch, “No, I am not going. I am not going anywhere. You can't punish me for something as trivial as this.”

“Fine.” I said before pulling out my phone. I unlocked it and wordlessly started to tap on the screen.

Stella furrowed her eyebrows and asked, “Draven, what are you doing?”

“Calling your father and asking him to take you back.”

“My father?” Her eyes flared open. She charged at me, trying to snatch my phone away, “Draven, stop. Don't call my father.”

“Stella, get off me.”

When she was not willing to stop despite my many warnings, I had had enough.

“Enough!” I roared and pushed her away, making her crash back on the couch she had just raised from.

I called her father, “Alpha Gracy.”

“Draven