Elvira

I kept pacing the room, my bare feet dragging across the wooden floor. My thoughts were like a storm that wouldn’t stop.

“Spy?” I muttered to myself again, gripping the edge of the dresser for balance. “He really sees me as a spy?”

My hands trembled as I pressed them against my temples, willing the panic to stop. This wasn’t just some stupid misunderstanding, this was dangerous. If Alpha Jaxon believed I was a ...