Lina's POV
The door opened and Ethan walked in. I'd met him once before at a pack gathering—he was handsome with golden hair and bright blue eyes, wearing designer clothes and radiating that easy confidence that screamed wealth and privilege.
"Luna Lina," he said with a charming smile. "Good to see you again. Glad you're recovering."
"Hi,Alpha Ethan," I managed, suddenly very aware that I was sitting in Adrian's lap wearing nothing but his shirt.
"Ethan." Adrian's voice was hard. "What's so urgent that it couldn't wait?"
Ethan's expression sobered. "It's about Linus. My contacts found something... disturbing."
He pulled out his phone and showed us a series of photographs. My blood ran cold.
They were surveillance photos. Of me.
Leaving my apartment. Walking to cla
