Alpha's Heaven
There was a strange pull that I couldn’t explain, something I couldn’t shake no matter how many times I tried to focus.
Lidia, one of the alpha daughters from the academy, had attached herself to my side all night. She had been smiling, laughing, speaking to me as though no one else existed. Her perfume clung to the air—sweet but artificial. She leaned in closer now, her hand brushing an imaginary speck of ash from my chest. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth curved in a practiced, seductive smile.
“You’re the Alpha of the Silverclaw pack now, Damian,” she purred, her voice low and soft, as though she was trying to wrap herself around me. “You can have anything you want.”