THIRTY-SIX

Clarissa sat beside Alpha Archer at the back of the vehicle as they headed to the governor’s venue. She was beyond nervous about the outing. It wasn’t every time you had a date with a big shot who took you to the governor’s villa.

She doubted she will have this opportunity again. It was not like she had completely come to terms with her wolf side, but Archer made her feel so relaxed, and it was possible she could forget for a moment that he was not a part of the fantasy world that she was finding it difficult to believe existed.

Clarissa spared a look at him. Who was she kidding? He was a true werewolf, and there was absolutely nothing normal about him, and definitely not his beauty.

Her eyes traveled down the length of him and smiled. He bodied his outfit very well, but she couldn’t help but see that something was wrong. She leaned in closer, and she noted he went stiff.

“I’m sorry I’m getting into your space,” she said quickly.

Archer slowly turned to look at her eyes. For the firs