“You should’ve left her,” Celeste was saying. “She doesn’t belong here, Lukas. She never did.”
“You think I don’t know that?” he snapped. “Do you have any idea what this is costing me?”
I stepped into the doorway, my heart pounding but my face calm. “Am I interrupting?”
Celeste froze, her eyes widening. Lukas turned slowly, his expression shifting from anger to something unreadable.
“Ayla,” he began, his voice steady but strained. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because it looks like you’re discussing how inconvenient I am for both of you.”
Celeste opened her mouth, but I cut her off. “Save it. I’m not here to argue.” I stepped closer, meeting Lukas’ gaze. “I just want you to know that this is the last time you’ll humiliate me.”
He frowned. “What are you talking about?”
I smiled—a cold, bitter smile. “You’ll see.”
The sound of laughter echoed through the hall as Lukas and Celeste strutted toward the pack, their eyes shining with a calculated gleam that had always made my stomach churn. I stood there, watching them, the weight of the past few weeks pressing down on me, but there was no way I’d let it break me now. Not anymore.