My heart was hammering against my ribs as his grip on my wrist tightened, dragging me closer to his scent and the heat of his body. The dining room felt even larger now that it was empty—no voices, no movement, just the sound of the chandelier dangling slowly above us. His chair had been pushed back, his meal left untouched except for the single glass of water he'd sipped from.
"Alpha…" I whispered again, my voice barely audible.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, his eyes—those dark, unreadable pools—searched my face like he was trying to read something written there. He drew me forward until my bust pressed into the hard plane of his chest, pinning me flush against him.
"What do I want?" His voice was low, dangerous, yet not harsh. "I think you already know."
I swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the table before me to steady my trembling hands. "You can't keep doing this to me. Someone's going to notice. The Luna already suspects."
