_Author’s POV_
Zarelle’s tone carried a hint of hostility as she nonchalantly brushed her long hair aside, the silky strands falling over her shoulder. “Yes, it was me.”
The admission hung in the air like a challenge, daring him to respond.
Calden’s gaze grew colder, ice crystallizing in his eyes, but before he could utter a word, Zarelle beat him to it.
“I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine.”
Her voice was steady, unflinching, each word deliberate.
“Alpha Ashmoor, instead of trying to reason with me here, why don’t you go back and take care of your lover and your dear sister?” Zarelle’s voice dripped with ice, matching the coldness in Calden’s eyes perfectly.
“The next time they cause trouble for me, I won’t be so nice.”
She knew that the reporters w
