Chapter Seventy-Eight – Boiling Temper.
Luciana gulped down the alcohol, glaring at the pictures of her dead warriors. Nineteen healthy daughters of hers dead.
She threw everything down on her table but caught the alcohol bottle before it landed, she still needed more of it to prevent her from killing someone.
“Alpha, the elders are back. Garcia is as well. She asks if we should sneak to Johnson’s pack for an ambush.” Avery asked in her mind link.
Luciana shuts off the mind link without any response. It was useless, and she preferred a confrontation other than an ambush.
Johnson was biting more than he could freaking chew! She went livid just thinking of how he escaped her hands.
There was more nudging behind her head so she gulped down another glass of alcohol. Why wasn’t she getting drunk? Was she too mad to?
She crashed the bottle on the wall. Everything frustrated her. She left her bed, kicking the door open. She let the night breeze cool her temper.
