Chapter 430. Friends Don’t Do That

Brooklyn POV

My fake plan to kill myself didn’t work. I thought that when the alpha heard about my attempted suicide, he would feel guilty and allow me in his life, but it didn’t happen like that. After sweet-talking Prince Leon, he told me that Atti, Apphia, or whatever her stupid name is, is from the Ivory Moon pack. I have a friend in that pack, Calla.

I decide to give her a call to ask. After the second ring, she answers.

“Hi, Brook, long time. How are you?”

“Not good, girl,”

“Hmm, what is it?”

“Some unworthy bitch from your pack stole my boyfriend, and I’ve been pissed,” I tell her. She gasps; I can picture the satisfied smirk on her face. Fake ass bitch.

“Who?” she asks.

“A riff-raff called Atti or Apphia. White-haired girl, Do you know her?” I ask. Calla goes silent for a long time but doesn’t hang up.

“peculiar silver scar and horrendous, cursed eyes,”

“That’s her,” I growl.

“What?! That freak is in you