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I’ll never go
Isabella POV Watching my father die in my arms was the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced. It broke me. I couldn’t stop crying. Losing him felt like I lost part of myself. The past two days have been a blur between burying my father and watching my brother take over the Alpha title. It was all too much for me. I spent most of the time locked away in my room. I didn’t want to see anyone. I just want to be left alone with my grief. The longer I was alone in my room, the more my rage built and the more I wanted to get revenge. I wouldn’t be able to get over my father's death until I got it. My brother mind-linked me that he wanted to speak with me in his office at 10:00 am. I replied that I would be there. He likely just wanted to check in and see how I was doing. He knew how hard l
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