I had assumed—foolishly, perhaps—that she was innocent. That even if I had to confront this scent-betrayal, I shouldn't drag some naive Omega into the wreckage. That whatever needed to happen between Rogan and me, we should handle it cleanly, between ourselves, as bonded mates should.
I'd planned to tell her the truth. That she'd been deceived by a mated Alpha.
But this?
This made everything so much simpler.
A cold smile curved my lips as Rogan's voice floated over to me, his words sealing his fate.
"Don't worry, little moon."
"Everything I owe you—"
"I'll make it up to you. All of it. I swear on my wolf."
I drew a deep breath, letting my Alpha presence settle around me like a cloak of frost, and gently freed my arm from my den-mate's grip.
"Wait here for me."
I met her confused gaze, my eyes no doubt flickering with the gold of my wolf's rising fury.
"There's something I need to handle."
Before she could respond, I was already moving.
I walked straight to Rogan's table, my steps measured and deliberate. I picked up the goblet of moonpetal wine sitting before him, the same wine that should have sent him into convulsions, and threw it directly in his face.