Daphne's POV
The cafe buzzed with idle chatter, but all I could hear was Tasha’s sharp, sugary voice cutting through the air.
“I’m telling you, Daphne,” she said, leaning closer across the table, her manicured nails drumming against her cup. “I saw her. Isla. With Alpha Killian. At a hotel. And not in a way that looked innocent.”
My chest tightened. “You saw them?”
Tasha’s eyes glittered with the thrill of scandal. “Walking in together. Disappeared for hours. You know what that means. She’s a slut, playing her way into his bed, pretending she’s special.”
Mia groaned, rolling her eyes as she stirred her tea. “Oh, Tasha, you love making storms out of the shadows. Stop exaggerating. Daphne, don’t listen to her, she probably saw nothing and twisted it into a fairytale.”
But Tasha smirke
