Skyler pack heirs weren’t just personal possessions. They were weapons. Pawns. And Luther didn’t let go of what was his.
Fear coiled in my gut, but I shoved it down. “I won’t let you take my child.”
Luther smirked, slow and cruel. “Then you better run, Cheryl.”
The room felt too small, the air too thin. I felt trapped, cornered—because I was. Luther wasn’t letting me go. Not easily. Not ever.
My hands curled into fists. “You don’t own me.”
His smirk widened. “Don’t I?”
Before I could respond, before I could even process what was happening, he turned to the guests, his expression twisting into one of cold authority.
“The Skyler pack does not accept traitors,” he announced, his voice echoing through the hall. “And a Luna who betrays her mate? A woman who carries another Alpha’s child?” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “She is no Luna of mine.”
Words should have freed me. Instead, they shackled me further.
Because when he turned back to me, his next words came like a blade to my throat.
“You’re banished from this pack.”
A gasp rippled through the room.
Catherine’s eyes widened, her lips parting, as if she hadn’t expected things to escalate this far.