Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

Elodie’s POV

I bit down on my lip hard enough to taste copper and forced myself to look away.

Away from Dante’s cold stare. Away from Levi’s raised eyebrows and that knowing smirk.

I gently pushed against Johnny’s arm, and he let go immediately, still oblivious to what was happening above us.

“Did you twist your ankle?” he asked, concern written all over his face.

“No,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Let’s just... let’s go.”

I didn’t look back. Didn’t glance up to see if Dante was still watching. I just kept moving, one foot in front of the other, climbing those stairs with Johnny beside me.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.

We passed right by them, Dante and Levi, close enough that I could smell Dante’s cologne, that familiar scent that used to make me feel safe and now just made me feel sick.

I kept my eyes forward. Kept walking.