Aurora's POV
In the picture, there was a private beach, secluded and beautiful. In the center of the frame was Cassey. She wasn't the raging woman I had seen earlier; she looked soft, her arms wrapped tightly around a man I didn't recognize. She was kissing him with a passion that felt far more real than any of the possessive glances she had thrown at Oliver.
"That's her mate," Oscar said, his voice dripping with irony. "The man she actually loves. But she's hiding him from the world because he isn't wealthy or powerful. He's just a low-ranking wolf from a small pack. She takes Oliver's money, the 'gifts' she complained about, and she uses them to go on secret vacations with him."
I stared at the screen, my chest tightening.
I had felt sorry for her. I had judged Oliver… thinking he had used someone who truly loved him.
