Chloe POV
“Get out of my way, you pathetic old witch.”
Eliora glares at me from the bottom of the stairs. Her tiny fists are balled up tight at her sides.
“Watch your mouth in my house, you little stray,” I snap back. My fingers tighten around my phone. “You and that useless piece of rubbish are lucky I do not lock you both in the cellar.”
Behind Eliora, Penelope walks down the steps. Her face is completely blank. She carries a single, cheap canvas bag over her shoulder. She does not look at the grand crystal chandelier. She does not look at the expensive marble floors.
I lift my chin and stare her down. “You really thought you could just walk out of the Brown-Forge Estate after breaking the bond with my son? You think you can just discard a future Pack leader?”
“Julian is not my con
