I moved quickly, throwing my belongings into a suitcase. I didn’t need to stay and wait for his excuses or his anger. I was done. But before I could make it out the door, the sound of tyres screeching in front of the Packhouse echoed through the night.
I glanced out the window and saw Noah’s car pull up, Sabrina seated smugly beside him. A fresh wave of disgust washed over me as I watched them. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.
Steeling myself, I stepped outside, suitcase in hand.
Noah’s gaze met mine the moment I appeared. There was no warmth in his gaze, only the cold, calculating look of an Alpha used to getting his way. He stepped out of the car, leaving Sabrina seated inside. For once, she looked nervous, her hands wringing in her lap as she watched us.
"Willow, what the hell is this?" Noah’s voice was a low growl, filled with frustration. "Tomorrow is your Luna ceremony. You can’t just walk away now."
I met his gaze coldly. "I know about the baby, Noah. Sabrina’s pregnancy." I motioned toward the car, where Sabrina’s eyes darted between us, wide with shock.
Noah stiffened, "It’s not what you think," he started, but I cut him off.