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.

Heavy footsteps thundered up the stairs.

Luther eyes landed on Catherine, his face twisting in fury.

"What the hell did you do, Cheryl?!"

And just like that, I became the villain in my own story.

The slap came hard and fast, the sharp sting exploding across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, my vision blurring for a moment. The metallic taste of blood spread over my tongue as I let out a slow, controlled breath.

Alpha Luther stood before me, chest heaving with rage. His dark eyes burned with fury, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap. "Apologize," he growled, his voice laced with authority.

I wiped the blood from my lip, refusing to bow. "I will never be sorry for something I didn’t do."

Catherine let out a dramatic sob, clutching her stomach like she had been the one struck. "She hates me, Luther," she cried, her voice shaking. "She said I should abort the baby—she doesn’t want me to have your child."

My stomach twisted at her lies, but I refused to let my pain show.

Luther’s face darkened. "You’re jealous, Cheryl. You’ve always been jealous of her."

I let out a humorless laugh. "Jealous? You betrayed me!"

"Enough!" he roared, making the walls tremble.