I forced my chin up. “You don’t have a choice.”
The veins in his neck bulged. His control was slipping. And I knew he was seconds away from doing something violent.
Catherine tugged on his arm; her voice desperate. “Luther, don’t—”
But he wrenched away from her and turned back to me, his eyes burning with something worse than hatred.
“You think you can cut me out of your life that easily?” His voice was poison, sinking into my skin. “You think I’ll let you walk away after everything?”
My chest tightened, but I refused to look away. “You already walked away first.”
He exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. “If that’s how you want to play this, fine.” His gaze dropped to my stomach, his lips curling. “But tell me, Cheryl—what do you think will happen when that child is born?”
A chill raced down my spine.
Luther took a step closer, towering over me. “Do you really think you can keep a Skyler from me? Whether that child is yours, mine, or his—” His glare cut to Vander, his voice laced with venom. “That baby is still part of this pack. And you know what that means.”
My stomach churned. I knew exactly what he meant.