My breath hitched as the person I least wanted to see entered my hospital room.
"Leona." I barely managed to say, my voice thick with shock. My eyes tracked her every step as she sauntered in, exuding an air of smug confidence.
She wasn’t alone.
A man accompanied her, someone unfamiliar yet vaguely recognizable. Then it clicked—Dante, she had called him once. My gaze flicked to him, and she noticed, a small but cruel smile curling on her lips.
"That's my mate, Dante. The one I told you about," she said, her tone dripping with malice.
I scrutinized her so-called mate. He was unmistakably a werewolf, his muscular build and scent giving him away instantly.
"What the hell, Leona?" I growled, my eyes darting between her and Dante. Anger simmered within me, mixing with confusion and betray
