Aurora’s POV
The courtroom smelled like polished wood and cold tension.
At the moment, every eye was on me, and every whisper carried my name like poison.
Aurora Hale. The gold-digger. The liar. The woman who’d “trapped” Alpha Zayne.
I’d heard every rumor, every cruel word. But nothing could’ve prepared me for her entrance.
Natalie.
She walks in like a ghost wrapped in silk, her swollen belly leading the way, her face pale yet painted with triumph. Her lawyer carried her bag. All her movements screamed drama.
When she turned toward me, her lips curled into a small, poisonous smile.
“Surprised to see me?” she asked sweetly, though her voice carried across the room like a blade.
My stomach turned. “You shouldn’t be here, Natalie.”
“Oh, but I should,” she said, resting one hand on h
