Alpha Xavier
Valerie:
The hum of conversation filled the ballroom, a low, silken sound that felt heavier than the air itself. Chandeliers hung above, scattering gold and silver across glass and polished marble, and the scent of wine and wolves lingered in every corner.
My hand rested on Xavier’s arm as we made our way through the hall. He looked every inch the Alpha, tall, unbothered, cold perfection wrapped in power. His calm was deceptive; I could feel the tension radiating from him through the fabric of his suit.
Hot Chapters