Cecilia's pov
I flopped back in my chair on the terrace, stuck listening to what felt like hours of crazy rumors about me.
Apparently, some people thought I had bedroom powers that could charm any man—especially powerful Alphas.
The wildest one? That I'd mastered some long-lost seduction technique made to control male werewolves.
Seriously?
At first, Yvonne looked sympathetic. But as the gossip got more ridiculous, I could see her getting... curious.
She leaned on my shoulder in that silky green dress that made her skin look even more perfect.
"Sweetheart," she said with a smirk, "are you keeping something from me? If you've got secret moves, you really should share."
She looked like a sly little fox in that dress. Honestly, it fit her way too well.
I sighed and downed the rest of
