Seraphine's POV
The moment Becky disappeared from view, Alpha Theodore released me and stepped back, creating a deliberate distance between us. I stared at him, my mind racing with questions about his possessive display and that smug comment about the soup. What message was he trying to send her?
"Should I return to my room?" I whispered, keeping my voice low and careful.
"Yes," he answered curtly, his nose flushing pink again. He rubbed it with the back of his hand before adding, "I only held you close because we need to maintain appearances in front of others."
I nodded slowly, my skin still tingling from where his hands had touched me. Before I could form any coherent response, I spun around and practically sprinted back to my quarters. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I desperately needed real food if I wanted to get any sleep tonight.
That concoction he called soup had been absolutely devastating to my taste buds.
