Knox
She didn’t wear the back-up dress.
The black fabric clung to every curve of her body as she walked in. Nico had his arm around her waist. Canon walked in front of her, and I walked behind her.
It was the final night before the ball. Three packs were still missing. Fiona’s alpha still hadn’t shown, and Canon was so on edge that he might blow. Fiona, on the other hand, had found her stride. She attended every event with a seductive smile, and our power wrapped around her. We couldn’t feed it through her bond, but we could surround her with it, and we did.
Tonight, we didn’t greet the other tables. The other tables came to us.
Canon pulled the chair out for Fiona, and she gave him the strangest look before she sat down. He’d been sleeping in her room every night.
In the f*****g cha
