Married To The Alpha King, Claimed By The Alpha Prince
My gaze, a lost moth, drifted across the room, past the dancing shadows and laughing faces.
My eyes, two burning embers, found Jonathan. He was looking at me, his face a complex tapestry of emotions I couldn't decipher. What was it now? A smirk of triumph? A cruel joke? I mused to myself, a bitter taste on my tongue.
But then, he did something unexpected. He nodded, a single, resolute gesture. His eyes, windows to his soul, spoke a silent language. They told me to wait. They told me not to worry. They told me, with an intensity that burned through the crowd, that this was not the end of our story. My heart, a shattered mirror, caught a glimpse of a faint, impossible hope.