Arya's POV
The moment the devil of an Alpha walked in, my defenses kicked in, pushing off my resolve to be as rational as a princess. My hands had instinctively tightened around my bag as I turned to greet him, offering a handshake out of common sense even though all I wanted to follow was uncommon sense.
But I knew it was a mistake offering that handshake. His hand lingered longer than it should, annoying the hell out of me and also giving me butterflies I would bet my eyes never to feel.
My heart was thumping hard against my ribcage as I wondered how I was supposed to cope with him around me, this close and been touchy without going insane with mixed emotions.
Each time I start to drown in those tingling feelings of having Devy react to her mate's close proximity, I'd remind us abou
