"I am the High Alpha of Turner Studios, Ava. I make the laws here, not you," Blake snarled, his eyes flashing a warning amber. "Why are you obsessing over a bone that belongs to Riley? This was my design. Bel AME demanded an audience with me and claimed they’d take their patronage to a rival pack unless I provided a top-tier wolf. I secured the contract for the Studio’s sake, so we wouldn't be left starving."
I leaned back, my expression unreadable. "You know, Blake, I didn't want to believe the scent of betrayal clinging to you and Riley. But if you'd rather the Studio lose its prestige than see me represent it, then perhaps your bond with her is deeper than 'business' after all."
"Ridiculous!" he barked, though his scent spiked with agitation. "I can't believe you'd question my loyalty
