Lori’s POV.
Standing with the crowd of girls seeking validation from the Alpha’s son made me miserable. I walked my way out of the crowd without a second thought, towards one of the bar stands.
My dark brown hair was already in disarray from being tossed around in the wave. I heaved a sigh as I sat on a chair.
“A pretty girl sitting all alone in a party with this vast array of personnel doesn’t bode well with me,”
“What if it is her choice of wanting to be alone?” I asked, watching his face curl up in a smile as he pulled a chair to sit in front of me. Poised as a serpent ready to strike, his hands flashed across his front.
He had slipped away with a glass of wine as one servant passed. If he was trying to show finesse, he was doing badly at the moment.
In a state of dismay, his word
