The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret
"Exhaust fumes and garbage. It gets on everything."
"Bullshit." Camille leaned against the fridge, her arms crossed. Her eyes were narrowed eyes so much like her brother’s, but without that bone-deep cruelty. "That night at the villa... Victor didn't just kick you out, did he? When I went back to the room the next morning, the door was nearly off its hinges. And the scent? It was thick. It was Alpha."
The sponge tore under my thumb. My heart did a slow, painful roll. He’d marked me. Not with teeth, but with everything else. He’d treated me like a secret and a sin, and then he’d tossed me out before the sun was even up.