DANTE'S POV
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Old grudge. It's a long story."
Aria looked between us, her eyes wide. "Shouldn't we tell someone? Alpha Ezra-"
"No," I cut her off, maybe more sharply than I intended. I quickly softened my voice. "No, we can't tell anyone about this. Not now."
"But Dante-”
I took her hands in mine, looking into her eyes. "Aria, please. This is Grandfather's birthday. I don't want to ruin it with all this drama. And if he finds out, he'll worry. You know how he gets."
Aria bit her lip, looking clearly torn. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head.
“Please,” I said again, my voice barely audible. I could feel my own desperation creeping into my tone, something I wasn’t used to feeling, something I didn’t like. “Until I figure out what
