Chapter 5

Lyanna’s laughter rang through the salon, sharp and mocking. "Darius’s mother? You?" She stepped closer, eyes flashing with fury. "Do you think anyone would believe that? A pathetic woman like you?" Her packmates smirked, surrounding me like vultures. The air was thick with tension, the scent of aggression rolling off them. "Take her picture," Lyanna ordered, shoving her phone into a packmate’s hand. "I want the world to see her shame." The camera clicked. I clenched my fists....