Hermosa POV

There was no way my mate could be involved in whatever Eleanor was trying to imply. He had saved me from the Alpha King, and here she was, trying hard to paint him black in front of me.

“Mind your own business,” I answered, shame burning through my lips from the words themselves. It was an embarrassment not to know who had marked you.

Her voice cracked for the first time that day. “I always wondered why he liked you.” The dagger slipped to and fro from her fingers, ...