For the first time, I saw something flicker in Vander’s eyes. He didn’t answer right away, just stared at me, as if weighing the weight of my words.
Then, finally, he exhaled. "If that’s what you want, then yes."
When I returned to the Skyler mansion with Alpha Vander, I saw Luther standing at the foot of the grand staircase, his face dark with jealousy, his piercing gaze locked onto Vander’s hand clasping mine.
His voice was sharp as a blade. "Why is she out of the basement?"
Vander stepped forward, his grip tightening protectively around my fingers. "Why the hell did you lock up your own mate? Left her to die in hunger and cold?" His voice was low, dangerous.
Luther scoffed. "She hurt Catherine—her own sister. And now she wants to harm the baby that will strengthen our bond."
I yanked my hand from Vander’s, stepping past him. "Enough!" My voice echoed through the grand hall. "I want a divorce, Luther."
His eyes flashed. "No."
The word was final, dismissive. As if my choice didn’t matter. As if I was nothing.