“Looks like we found you at last,” Elena said, her voice soft but sharp, like a knife hidden in velvet.
I took a step back, instinctively moving behind Jason. My chest was tight, my heart pounding as if it wanted to leap out.
Jason’s hand found mine for a brief moment—warm, steady—and even in the fear, I felt a small flicker of comfort.
Mia smirked beside her, stepping closer, the shadows of the garden dancing across her face.
“Well, well,” she said, her voice teasing, “look at our little Moonstone, crying outside. Pathetic.” She glanced at Jason and added with a sly grin, hmm you must be the alpha I've heard so much stories about the strong bold big and bad alpha “You know, he’s handsome, isn’t he? Too handsome to waste on someone like you.”
I froze. My stomach turned, and for a sec
