Heavy footsteps thundered up the stairs.
Luther eyes landed on Catherine, his face twisting in fury.
"What the hell did you do, Cheryl?!"
And just like that, I became the villain in my own story.
The slap came hard and fast, the sharp sting exploding across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, my vision blurring for a moment. The metallic taste of blood spread over my tongue as I let out a slow, controlled breath.
Alpha Luther stood before me, chest heaving with rage. His dark eyes burned with fury, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap. "Apologize," he growled, his voice laced with authority.
I wiped the blood from my lip, refusing to bow. "I will never be sorry for something I didn’t do."
Catherine let out a dramatic sob, clutching her stomach like she had been the one struck. "She hates me, Luther," she cried, her voice shaking. "She said I should abort the baby—she doesn’t want me to have your child."
My stomach twisted at her lies, but I refused to let my pain show.
Luther’s face darkened. "You’re jealous, Cheryl. You’ve always been jealous of her."
I let out a humorless laugh. "Jealous? You betrayed me!"
"Enough!" he roared, making the walls tremble.