Isabella’s POV
“Liam Salvadori is my mate,” she repeated.
For a moment, I just stared at her, the words not quite registering. Then, the full weight of what she said hit me, and my wolf growled low in my chest.
“You’re lying,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.
“Am I?” Kathy shot back, stepping closer. “You think you can waltz in here, play the saint, and steal what’s mine? I won’t let you.”
My fists clenched at my sides, and Tammie’s voice echoed in my mind, urging me to stay calm. “If Liam is your mate, then why does he want me?” I asked, my voice dripping with venom.
Kathy’s face darkened, and for a moment, I thought she might actually attack me. But instead, she sneered, “Enjoy it while it lasts. Liam will come to his senses eventually, and when he does, you’ll be nothing more
