Chapter 112. Late for the Stylist

Catherine’s POV

“What did you just say?” Colt asked as he slowly rose to his feet. His dominant aura was suffocating everyone standing around him.

Luna Mary shivered, taking a step back and dropping her head.

Sam took a step away from me, dropping his head. Grey, standing next to Colt, did the same.

I could see the invisible power moving around Colt and flowing inside the room.

“I asked you a question!” Colt roared, taking a step forward.

“I’m sorry.” Luna Mary stuttered and whimpered.

“Apologize to my mate now!” Colt sneered through gritted teeth.

“No!” Luna Mary said. She pulled her composure straight, fought against Colt’s deadly aura, and lifted her gaze, looking Colt straight in the eyes.

She sure had guts.

“I am Luna,” she said. “I am your mother, and I will not apologize for that thing you call a mate. She is not worth it. She is not worth you or any of your brothers!”

Colt’s face turned cold, his eyes f