Victoria's POV
Victoria slammed her fist on her father's desk so hard that his coffee cup jumped and spilled everywhere. The brown liquid spread across important papers, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the rage burning through her chest.
"Three months!" she screamed. "He's been sneaking around with that little omega for three months!"
Alpha Cross looked up from the spy report in his hands, his face calm while his daughter fell apart. "Victoria, control yourself."
"Control myself?" Victoria laughed, but it sounded more like a growl. "My future husband has been cheating on me with kitchen trash, and you want me to stay calm?"
"You weren't married yet," her father pointed out. "Technically, Kai hasn't broken any promises."
Victoria wanted to throw something else, ideally at her father's stupid logical face. "Do you know what this means? Everyone in both packs will be talking about this. They'll say I wasn't good enough to keep my own mate interested."
