"I am fine sleeping on the floor or the couch," Elliot said without hesitation, his tone carrying the stubborn finality of an Alpha refusing to leave another pack's territory.
My instincts flared immediately at his persistence. This wasn't politeness anymore, it was dominance wrapped in excuses, and it was pushing every boundary in my space.
"Elliot Presgrave, there is a limit to how shameless you can be," I snapped, unable to hold it back anymore.
"I will stop," he replied evenly, "if you tell me what you and Alex did."
The words struck like a territorial accusation. His gaze darkened, not with curiosity, but something sharper—possession layered with suspicion. It was as if he had already decided I had crossed an invisible line in the pack hierarchy.
I saw it then. The thought forming behind his eyes.
He thinks we kissed.
