The door slammed behind him, and I stood there, the cake forgotten, anger bubbling under my skin. My wolf growled, pushing to the surface, but I forced her down. I wouldn’t waste my energy on him. Not anymore.
But I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
An hour later, I was in Celeste’s quarters. The place reeked of cheap perfume and arrogance. Her vanity table was filled with expensive makeup and jewelry—gifts from Lukas, no doubt.
The bed was unmade, sheets scattered and stained. My stomach churned as I spotted the torn lace lingerie on the floor.
I picked up one of her necklaces, a delicate gold chain with a heart pendant. It felt heavy in my hand, like the weight of all the lies I’d swallowed over the years.
Footsteps approached, and I froze. The door opened, and there she was—Celeste, the pack’s perfect golden girl.
She stopped short, her eyes narrowing when she saw me. "What are you doing here?"
"Cleaning up your mess," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Her lips curled into a smirk. "Is that what Lukas told you? How sweet."
I stepped closer, the necklace still in my hand. "I’m not here for him. I’m here for me."
Her smirk faltered. "What’s that supposed to mean?"