#Chapter 193: The Photograph

Ella’s POV If my heart wasn’t already shattered into a million pieces before, it certainly was now. I never expected Anya to see that picture. I never expected there to even be a picture. That moment was supposed to be sordid and forgotten, like a bad dream that never happened. I wanted to leave it exactly where it happened: trapped beneath the flashing lights of a club, right along with all the other unmentionable things that happened in places like that. But now here she was, holding the incriminating evidence of a mistake that could be so much more than just a simple mistake. Fear immediately lanced through my chest, sharp and painful, bringing with it the implications of what could happen next because of this. This wasn’t just a regretful moment that could be explained away by the pull of the full moon and a mate bond that had to be severed—Anya didn’t know this, couldn’t know this, but it was also the tip of a very dangerous iceberg. If I didn’t tread