I forced a smile, though my vision blurred. "Congratulations," I said, my voice hollow. "The Skyler pack finally has its heir."
Catherine turned to me, placing a hand on her stomach. "It’s your baby too, Cheryl. I’m just the surrogate."
I let out a bitter laugh. "It doesn’t look like one."
I left before I could break any further.
The rooftop was quiet, save for the distant howling of wolves. I stood at the edge, the wind biting at my skin. My mind raced, replaying every moment, every lie, every touch they shared behind my back.
I was so stupid. How could I have trusted them?
A soft voice broke through the silence. "Cheryl, I’m sorry."
I turned to see Catherine standing there, her face a mask of fake guilt.
"Sorry?" My voice trembled with rage. "You’re a homewrecker. You stole my mate."
She laughed, the sound light and mocking. "Luther doesn’t love you anymore," she said, stepping closer. "I have his baby. You have nothing."
The world turned red.
Before I could stop myself, I lunged at her. But before I could touch her, she gasped, stumbling back.
And then—she screamed.
She clutched her stomach, eyes wide with pain, before she collapsed onto the cold floor.