Aria's POV
I woke up the next morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. My eyes were swollen from crying and my head was pounding.
My phone had sixty-three missed calls and over two hundred text messages. I scrolled through them with growing dread.
Most were from wolves I barely knew, asking if the rumors were true. Some were supportive. Most weren't.
"Is it true you're sleeping with three different alphas?"
"How does it feel to be the most talked about slut in the region?"
"You're an embarrassment to female alphas everywhere."
I deleted them without responding and focused on the messages that actually mattered.
Leah: "Where are you? Are you okay? Call me."
Mateo: "Ignore the gossip. Focus on the Summit. That's what matters."
Damon: "I'm sorry. This is my fault. Let me fix it."
Nothing from Lucian.
