I could hardly breathe as I sat on the edge of the bed, my gaze darting between Stefano and Antonio. I watched my mate hurriedly pull on his leather pants and shirt, my fists gripping the sheets, every fiber of my being urging me to beg him not to leave.

“It had to be either Ornella or Emiliano,” Antonio murmured, pacing anxiously across the room. “Emiliano could have done it to curry favor with Alpha Matteo, but—”

“It was Ornella,” I cut him off, my voice steady with ...