Chapter 4 Loving His Scent

Selene's P.O.V

I instinctively tried to pull away, but he had already grasped my hand, his grip firm.

When we stepped onto the dance floor, I felt dozens of eyes on us at once.

I suddenly realized I was still at the banquet and forced myself to calm down.

I wanted to dance well, but it had been so long since I last danced that my movements were stiff and awkward. At first, I could barely keep up. But during a spin, I almost tripped. My balance faltered, and I stumbled right into his arms.

"Damn it," I muttered, frustrated.

"Don't worry, just follow my lead."

Blake's low voice rumbled over me, and the hand at my waist tightened slightly, guiding me with an assertive, commanding strength. He stabilized my balance effortlessly.

His lead was strong and precise, each step deliberate. I barely had to think, my body moving effortlessly with his guidance.

The sensation of being completely controlled was strange, almost unsettling, yet strangely effective. My stiff, awkward movements began to smooth out.

But Blake's palm was scorching hot against my side. The heat pressed through the thin fabric of my dress, raising my own body temperature.

I was pressed so close to Blake that I could feel the firmness of his chest. His presence carried a sharp, crisp scent, like pine after winter. I had never smelled anything so intoxicating, and it made my head spin. My heart raced faster, and I found it harder and harder to focus.

I looked up, intending to say something to ease the tension, and found myself caught in Blake's gaze. His gray eyes locked on mine, focused and intense, and it sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.

My wolf stirred, restless and eager, pushing my body toward him, urging me to kiss him.

I struggled to control myself, reminding my wolf that he was the Alpha of the Nyctilux Pack. The struggle split my focus, and I stumbled slightly and accidentally pressed against Blake again.

The next second, I felt Blake's unusual reaction clearly. Even though I was still a virgin, I knew exactly what that hot, hard thing was.

He... he was actually hard?!

The realization hit me, and I instinctively took a step back.

"I'm sorry." I quickly muttered an apology to Blake.

Did I get too close to him without meaning to, and that caused his reaction?

I was too embarrassed to even look at him.

Blake didn't respond to my apology, but I could feel his heated gaze locked on me.

I dared not lose focus again, forcing myself to keep a proper distance from him as we moved through the dance.

When the song finally ended, I practically leapt out of Blake's arms, putting some distance between us. But the warmth of our hands still lingered, and the feel of his hands supporting my waist seemed to stay with me.

I forced myself to stay composed and gave him a polite nod. "Thank you, Mr. Lancaster."

He gave nothing more than a faint, quiet hum in response. His gaze was still locked on my face, his expression unreadable as ever.

I didn't linger any longer and turned toward the lounge area.

I had barely settled into my seat when a few self-important Alphas sauntered over, full of probing questions and fake familiarity, offering invitations I had no interest in. I forced polite responses, but couldn't help sneer inwardly.

These men all pretended to be noble and single, but did they really think I didn't know the messes behind closed doors?

They all kept mistresses while pretending to be innocent, trying to worm their way into the Lunaris Pack. Did they take me for a fool?

I had zero patience for their charades. All I wanted was to get them out of my sight.

After I dealt with that group, I felt my throat go dry. I lifted my glass and took a sip, and without thinking, my eyes flicked back toward the dance floor.

Blake was standing not far away, talking with a few older-looking businessmen.

He was strikingly handsome, and everything about his movements carried a unique presence. From time to time, people couldn't help but sneak glances at him.

Strangely enough, with his status, power, and that face, there should have been no shortage of women throwing themselves at him. Yet I had never heard of any woman being close to him, let alone any news about him keeping mistresses. His private life was ridiculously clean.

After all these years, had he really never been with anyone?