Elizabeth’s POV.
Alpha Tyson’s eyes bore into mine, his face propped on his palm as he stared at me with an intensity that made my stomach churn. “Are you hiding something from me, Elizabeth?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.
I felt the weight of his question pressing down on me, and the urge to tell him about seeing Connor gnawed at my conscience. But it wasn’t like I was doing anything wrong. Connor and I were just friends, despite our history. And besides, I didn’t see how my interactions with Connor had anything to do with the attempt on my life.
“No,” I replied, forcing a calmness I didn’t feel. “I have nothing to hide.”
Tyson’s gaze didn’t waver. “Did Sandra say anything to you?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from my secret meetings with Connor.
He shook
