The crowd erupted in gasps and excited murmurs.
Neville's face burned with humiliation. He wished he could just kill this man in front of him, but he couldn't without looking like an assault instead of self-defense.
Torn between his thoughts, Neville could taste the iron from his mouth. It seemed that he had bitten his cheek.
He met Mick's eyes directly and said coldly. "I don't know what you're talking about. But I do know that you're the one who messed up. So, don't drag me into your mess just because your ego can't handle a failure."
Mick's grin faltered for a moment, but his arrogance quickly returned.
"I messed up?" He chuckled, which sounded a little forced. "Is that the story you're going with? How convenient."
"It's the truth," Neville said flatly.
"Truth," Mick repeated, as though tasting the word. Then his gaze darkened. "Did you also sleep with my brother, huh? Keaton? Is that how you do it—one Alpha at a time until there's someone powerful enough to keep you?"
