I stiffened at the familiar scent wrapping me as I turned to face him. His expression was unreadable, but his voice was low, meant only for my ears.

“I saw you with Alpha Azriel earlier.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle between us. “In the garden.”

I blinked, my throat bobbing. But I kept my flinching to a minimum.

I pretended it didn’t bother me. “So what?” I arched a brow.

Beta Homer’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile, but not a smirk either. “I won’t tell anyone,” he said, studying me. “But only if you come back to me—if you mend what’s broken...