Chapter 100

Cecilia I flopped back in my chair on the terrace, stuck listening to what felt like hours of crazy rumors about me. Apparently, some people thought I had bedroom powers that could charm any man—especially powerful Alphas. The wildest one? That I'd mastered some long-lost seduction technique made to control male werewolves. Seriously? At first, Yvonne looked sympathetic. But as the gossip got more ridiculous, I could see her getting... curious. She leaned on my shoulder in that silky green dress that made her skin look even more perfect. "Sweetheart," she said with a smirk, "are you holding out on me? If you've got secret moves, you really should share." She looked like a sly little fox in that dress. Honestly, it fit her way too well. I sighed and downed the rest of my drink. “That's enough,” I muttered. Then I stood up and headed straight down to where the gossip crew was hanging out. As soon as I showed up, their voices died. They all looked at me—first awkward, then confused, then