Beta Ash's POV
I didn’t waste any time reporting to Enzo. It wasn’t just my duty as Beta; it was the only way to keep Irene from spinning her own version of events. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that Irene thrives on twisting truths into daggers.
By the time I walked into Enzo’s study, I had already replayed the horse race and that damned kiss in my head a hundred times. I hated every second of it. Not because it embarrassed me—hell, I’ve been embarrassed in worse ways—but because it left me with this weird taste in my mouth. A mixture of annoyance, guilt, and… something I couldn’t even name.
Enzo was leaning over his desk, going through maps and reports when I stepped in. He didn’t even look up when I cleared my throat.
“Talk,” he said simply, like I was another report waiti
