Jasmine's POV
A giant... A demigod?... A Greek god, yes! A Greek god!
Even far off, he stood so boldly like an erected sculpture... Scratch that, a Greek god, and damn, he made a public embarrassment of the title because he looked so good, this was me tossing our animosity aside.
He wasn't wearing any of the English wear he had stocked up in his wardrobe, instead, he was wearing a purple kaftan, that was signed at the waist with lux animal skin... He exuded the very epitome of royalty, class, and charisma... How could I forget that he was the alpha of our pack, a gorgeous one at that, which was undeniably true.
As we advanced toward the center of the party, I watched him keenly, oddly, I was mesmerized, but in my defense, it was against my will, more like it was an act of hypnosis on his path. The pull... No, not again!
Lost in my head, I trailed his masculine figure from the sole of his feet, up his strong build and when my gaze settled on his face, our eyes met, only then did I
