Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

Elodie’s POV ~

Both grandmothers turned to me immediately, concern written all over their faces. "Are you alright, dear? Are you catching a cold?"

I grabbed a tissue and wiped my nose, trying to sound casual. "Maybe. I’m not sure."

I probably had caught something last night, the wind at the campsite had been brutal but it hadn’t really hit me until now. My throat felt scratchy, and there was this dull ache starting to settle behind my eyes.

My grandmother and Nonna had been friends for decades. You’d think that would make things easier, but it didn’t. Neither of them mentioned the disaster that was Nonna’s birthday banquet. Neither of them brought up Dante or Sienna or the fact that my marriage was a public joke at this point.

They just kept chatting. Laughing. Pretending everything was fine.

I sat there, half-listening, feeling the fog in my head getting thicker.

My phone buzzed in my lap. Cara’s name flashed across the screen.

I excused myself quietly and stepped into the hallway to answer.

"I swear to God, Elodie, I can’t escape these people," Cara said immediately, her voice sharp with frustration. "I just ran into Dante and the entire Green family again. I’m so over this. Where are you?"

"At my grandmother’s."

"Did you go alone?"