DANE'S POV
I dragged Catherine out of the room, my jaw clenched so tight it felt like it might crack. She kept pulling at my hand, trying to twist out of my grip, but I didn't loosen it. The moment we stepped into her room, I let go.
She spun around angrily, her face twisted with fury.
"How dare you?" she hissed. "How dare you embarrass me like that in front of a stranger—no, in front of a SLUT you smuggled into my home!"
I didn't shout. I didn't curse. I didn't even blink.
My voice came out low, calm, and final.
"We are getting a divorce."
She froze.
Her eyes widened like she didn't believe what she had just heard.
"For… for WHO?" she demanded, stabbing her finger toward the hallway. "For that thing? That dirty runaway tramp you just dragged in?!"
My wolf growled so loudly inside me it rattled my bones.
I stepped closer, towering over her.
"She is not a thing," I said through my teeth.
"She is my mate."
