"Too many people," he growled, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing my skin. "Goddess, Raya. You’re the only thing that smells real."My hands instinctively went to his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart through the expensive fabric. "You’re doing great, Brock. Everyone is impressed.""I don't care about them," he muttered against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled back, his eyes dark and dilated. The wolf was close to the surface. "I only looked for you. The whole night. I was scanning the room, waiting for you.""I'm here," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'm always here."He looked at me, really looked at me, and the intensity in his gaze shifted. It wasn't just friendship anymore. It was hunger. The line we had walked for years—the line I had been terrified to cross—was blurring."Eloise was there," he said, his voice dropping to a rasp. "She kept trying to touch me. Talking about bloodlines. About the future." H
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