Eva

I stood before him, my voice trembling like a leaf in an autumn gust as I spoke. "The article about Alpha Lorenzo, our upcoming marriage... Did you see it?"

"I saw it," he replied, his tone as neutral as a winter sky, giving away nothing.

I felt a surge of frustration, my hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. "What are we going to do about that?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice from rising like a stormy tide. "I thought we weren't supposed to make it public… yet."

He shrugged, his shoulders barely moving, as if the weight of the situation was...