Hannah gasped, her hand flying to her face. Her eyes filled with tears, fake tears. I could tell. I could always tell.
“You don’t touch her things! You don’t touch anything that belongs to my daughter!” I shouted, trembling from head to toe.
Before she could respond, the door slammed open. Alpha Jeremiah burst inside, his eyes wild. “What the hell is going on here?”
Hannah immediately ran toward him, sobbing. “She—she hit me, Alpha! I was just trying to help her clean and—”
“Help me?” I laughed bitterly, my tears blurring everything. “You shattered Annie’s urn! You did it on purpose!”
Jeremiah’s gaze darted between us, then to the ashes on the floor. His jaw tightened. “You hit her?”
“She—”
He cut me off, stepping forward. “Answer me, Zera! Did you hit her?”
“She deserved it!” I spat, my voice shaking. “She broke Annie’s urn, Alpha! She’s pretending it was an accident, but I saw her smirk before she dropped it!”
Hannah whimpered, hiding her face against his chest. “I swear, I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to help. She scares me, Alpha. She’s not… she’s not herself anymore.”