Alpha Tyson’s POV.
“Do you like it?” she asked again while I stood there, stunned by what she was wearing, my breath caught in my throat.
Elizabeth looked angelic, her blue eyes shining with an innocence that tugged at something deep within me. The dress she wore accentuated her natural grace, making her appear like a magical creature. For a moment, I was at a loss for words, captivated by her presence.
I cleared my throat, attempting to regain my composure. I couldn't let her see how much she affected me. Acting as though I was searching for something, I let my arms roam aimlessly for a few seconds. Finally, I mustered the strength to speak. "Meet me outside," I said, my voice barely steady. Without waiting for a response, I turned and left the room.
I moved quickly, hoping Elizabeth
