Carl went on, his tone flat. "Whatever's going on between me and Katherine has nothing to do with you.
"Come on, Eleanor. Don't sweat the small stuff. Even if you didn't copy anyone's designs and actually made a name for yourself, so what? That money you earn? Doesn't even cover a day's expenses for the Stormfang Pack. And at the end of the day, you're still just a delta's kid."
In his eyes, everything Eleanor worked so hard for—her career, her passion—it was all just a joke. Something not even worth his attention. To an alpha like Carl, being a famous werewolf designer meant absolutely nothing.
"Fine," Eleanor said, calming her voice, clearly not in the mood for more arguing. "You want me to go back? Then deal with what Katherine did first. She tried to hurt me. I don't want he
