Third Person’s POV

The moment Eva stepped through the mansion’s grand entrance, the air turned thick with tension. Her skin prickled under the weight of Aiden’s gaze—cold, calculating, and sharp enough to cut through her flimsy excuses. She hadn’t expected him to be home. Not at this hour. Not when he was supposed to be at the pack’s border patrol.

Her breath hitched as his eyes raked over her, lingering on the telltale signs of her night with Dane—the wrinkled blouse, the absence of a bra, the faint but unmistakable scent of another Alpha clinging to her skin.

Damn it.

"Where did you go last night, Eva?" Aiden’s voice was...