Nigel's handsome face froze in shock. This was the one thing I had never told him my deepest secret, the part of my past I'd buried in shadow. Even with all his persistence, he had never pushed me, and I had never let him see.
"Do you know who it is, Elliot?" Nigel asked, curiosity flickering in his eyes, a hint of the Alpha's protective instinct behind it. He wasn't used to seeing Elliot interested in gossip, but the wolf in him sensed this was a matter of pack and loyalty.
Elliot's expression darkened. "The last time her sister came to stir trouble at the company, she claimed Anastasia was… a mistress five years ago. That she even… sold her body in the club to survive." His words were cold, sharp, like claws scraping over steel.
Nigel's eyes widened, the disbelief on his face fierce but protective. "Impossible! Anastasia is not that kind of woman. She would never do such a thing." The indignation in his voice carried the fire of a mate defending his bond.
