Delphine pov
The soft hum of violins filled the air, wrapping around us like an invisible thread as Alpha Japhet held me close. His hand rested lightly on my waist, guiding me across the floor with an effortless grace that felt both natural and unsettling. Every step, every sway, was as if we were two pieces of a puzzle snapping together, yet my chest tightened with unease.
His piercing eyes never left mine, unwavering and sharp. And though my face didn’t show it, my emotions were a tangled mess—confusion, suspicion, and the bitter taste of distrust. It felt like I was caught in the center of an elaborate game, yet I didn’t know the rules. Worse, I had no idea if I was the pawn or the prize.
"You're quiet tonight," Japhet murmured, his voice low, smooth, and uncomfortably intimate, lik
