Ezra's POV:
"How do you know?" Melrose asked, her mouth agape. She stared wide-eyed at me with those enchanting jade-green eyes, which sparkled with fear and vulnerability. Despite her turmoil, she resembled a mesmerizing dream. Her luscious, curly hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulder and down her back, creating an alluring frame as she patiently waited for me to speak.
I didn't know what to say.
The room fell silent, except for the prince's low snarls reverberating off the walls, his eyes dark with his wolf at the mention of the rogue king. He tilted his head and whispered something into Melrose's ear, but she kept her gaze on mine, waiting for an answer. I couldn’t speak; at that moment, I was at a loss for words. I never planned to tell Melrose or anyone about Yakov, especially
