Alpha’s Little Plaything
he added, shooting Draco a pointed look.
Draco didn’t flinch. He just slid his hands into his pockets, a smirk still playing on his lips. “I hope to see you around.”
I managed a shy wave before Greg dragged me toward the music building.
My heart was still hammering as we hurried down the hall, though the excitement of my first day dimmed beneath something else—something sharper, deeper.
I saw him throughout the day as we switched classes. Draco. Always surrounded by the popular crowd, moving through campus like he owned it. Women clung to his arms, laughter spilling around him. He was untouchable, magnetic.