Elizabeth’s POV .
I stood there, staring into Alpha Tyson's eyes, lost in their depth.
His beautiful eyes looked even more beautiful under the moonlight and in that moment.
Memories of how he had saved me, like some kind of knight rescuing a damsel in distress, played over and over in my mind.
I couldn't stop myself from smiling even when I knew he didn't like it.
He had this expression where he looked at me like I was a fool– or maybe a homeless person bothering him.
I didn't care. I was too happy to acknowledge his disgust for me at that moment. If we weren't outside, I would have been dancing and if we were closer, I would have stolen kisses from him a million times.
Despite everything that had happened between us, I felt a surge of happiness and gratitude. It was as if, in tha
