34. Sweet And Innocent?

Dorian's POV

I stormed up to my room and slammed the door angrily behind me. I could feel my chest heaving in anger. That little slut had crossed the line. I knew that she had met that gutsy prince before.

Replays of how he disrespected me in front of the whole school began to play in my mind, and I wanted to hurl something in anger.

I grabbed the vase on my table and tossed it at the wall when I suddenly stopped myself.

No. This wasn't the way to go about this. I was losing it, and for what? Over a sassy prince and a pauper of a stepsister. No. I had to maintain control. Regardless of what he said, I was the Alpha of this pack.

I sat at my desk and whipped out my phone. I dialled Ivar's number, and the line connected.

“Alpha Dorian, what's wrong? Why are you calling so late."

“Don't I have the right to call my Beta at whatever time I wish to, especially concerning matters of the pack?” I said, snapping back angrily at him over the phone.

"I am very sorry, my Alpha. You do sound tense