"Am I?" I reached for my phone, already open to Celeste’s latest photo—a smug selfie in what was unmistakably Lukas’ private study. The caption read: The Alpha’s seat is warm tonight.
I held it up, letting him see. "Explain this."
Lukas’ face darkened. "You’re spying now?"
"No, Lukas. I’m noticing. Something I should’ve done years ago."
The silence between us was heavy, oppressive. For a second, I thought he might apologize, maybe even beg. But instead, his lip curled in disgust.
"You’ve always been jealous," he sneered. "That’s your problem. You can’t stand not being the center of attention."
I laughed, bitter and hollow. "Jealous? Of what? Being lied to? Cheated on? Please."
Before he could reply, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and sighed dramatically. "Celeste needs me," he said, shoving the phone into his pocket.
"Of course she does," I muttered.
"Clean up here," he ordered, ignoring me completely. "And don’t forget, we have the pack meeting tomorrow. Try not to embarrass yourself for once."