Chapter Twenty-six

Phoebe

"How dare you!" I growled louder, baring my sharp canines at him. My eyes burned with fire as a new wave of anger crashed through me, flooding my veins, and consuming me to my fullness like a volcano about to erupt.

Breathless and blinded by raw rage, I sank my claws deep into his neck, salivating shamelessly as I watched the blood run freely on his neck, staining my fingers.

A new wave of thirst shot up in my dry throat, urging me to have a taste of my father's delicious blood.

"Phoebe, stop this madness!" He yelled in fright, seeing how I eyed his blood hungrily.

Madness?!

He was the mad one here.

He didn't call it madness when he impregnated a whore and gave birth to a bastard. But he called it madness because of my reaction?!

He hasn't seen madness yet. This was just the beginning.

"You'll kill him, Phoebe!" Kruella, my wolf whimpered in my head, disconnecting my earlier rage.

"I don't care. He hurt me," I sniffed, blinking back the burning tears that hung in my eyes