“Should I… tell them?” I asked, hating how small my voice sounded.
Her lips curved—not a scoff, not a sneer. Something sharper. Something almost amused, except her eyes didn’t move with it.
“Tell them?” she repeated, as if rolling the words over her tongue. “My dear, do you think those Alphas need you to explain what their wolves already carved into the marrow of their bones?”
My mouth went dry. “You mean they—”
“Of course they know.” She leaned back in her chair, rings glinting as her fingers tapped lightly against the armrest. “Alphas feel resonance differently. Instantly. When they looked at you the first time, they saw it. They felt it. You believe you’ve been hiding something from them, when in truth”—her brow lifted—“they’ve likely been hiding something from you.”
Heat shot up m
