Chapter 39
Catherine’s POV
The air in the Moonlight Wolf Den was always thick. It was a heavy mix of stale beer, old wood, and the sharp scent of wolf. But for me, Catherine, it tasted like regret. This is my life now. My punishment for a crime I didn’t commit, for a father’s betrayal that happened before I could even understand what the word meant.
My days were a cycle of thankless work. Scrubbing sticky tables until my fingers were raw. Hauling kegs so heavy my muscles screamed in protest. All without a single coin, without a single kind word. I was an Omega. The bottom of the pack. The living, breathing reminder of a sin that stained my family name.
“Hey, Catherine! Move your worthless hide!” The voice, sharp and cruel, cut through the low hum of the bar. It was Jax, one of Alpha Da
