Kyra’s POV
"Why did you do that?" I forced the words through clenched teeth, Sylvia's growl vibrating in my chest as I struggled to keep my wolf under control. My three pack employees hovered nearby, muscles tensed to intervene at my slightest command. But this was my fight. I wouldn't drag my pack into personal drama.
“Is this how you treat your customers? ”Sophia sneered, her own wolf's scent spiking with aggression. "Turning your back on them?"
Sylvia snarled in my mind. She's no customer. She's here to start trouble.
"Why? You wanna buy my flowers?" I arched a brow, letting just enough of my Alpha bloodline's dominance seep into my voice. "Unfortunately, I only sell to those who genuinely want my products."
She gritted her teeth. “Don’t act so high and mighty, Kyra. You're still the same pathetic orphaned she-wolf who couldn't keep her mate. You’re trying so hard to soar high and reach my level but you know that you can never equal me in any aspect.”
