THE ALPHA’S PUBLIC REJECTION
Andre’s smile was static as he replied, “then, surprise.”
The tension between them was thick enough to choke on, but before it could escalate, a familiar scent wrapped around me…oud, with an undercurrent of something wild.
Drake.
He stood at the rope of the huge grand staircase and locked his grey eyes onto mine. Dressed in black from head to toe, he looked every inch the ruthless Alpha—but the shadows under his eyes betrayed his anxiety.
Our gazes flashed, and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just us…the memory of his hands in my hair, his teeth on my lip, the way he had growled ‘this is not over’ like a vow.
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