Alphard felt his anger continue to bubble just beneath the surface because this was all so wrong. He was so hurt, so upset. He wanted to lash out at her, at anyone. He just couldn't handle this. The knowledge of his name disappearing from their family tree, of becoming a cursed scorch mark on the tapestry. It was all too much. Walburga wasn't making it any better either. He just wanted to know why and she couldn't answer that. She had done it, would do it, but she couldn't give him any answers. "But you will!" he shouted back, just as angrily, downing his glass once more and rising to his feet to pace the floor. His hands raked aggravatedly through his hair, breathing sharply out of his nose as he tried to focus.
"You didn't get your way and so you threw a temper tantrum like you always do. Only this time you rid us from the bloody family! Why? Because he said no? Because I wouldn't abandon him like you end up doing?!" he demanded, feeling his heart break at the thought of not having Walburga in his future. "You can't disown people when you don't get your way!" he shouted horsely, trying not to do something incredibly embarrassing and unmanly. Like cry. He could hear his father's voice in the back of his head demanding him to be tougher. Not that their family tree would list him as his father's son anymore, thanks to Walburga.