I was standing by the mirror, slipping into my dress, when the door clicked open. Dominic’s scent hit me first—sharp, commanding, unmistakably Alpha. My heart skipped a beat as I turned to see him leaning against the frame, his eyes dark and hungry.
“What are you doing?” I asked, clutching the fabric of my dress to my chest. My voice wavered, betraying the flurry of emotions I was trying to keep in check.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he crossed the room in three swift strides, his presence overwhelming. His hands were on me before I could protest, tearing the dress from my grip and letting it fall to the floor. I gasped, suddenly exposed, my skin prickling under his gaze.
“Dominic, I—” I started, but his lips silenced me. His kiss was relentless, demanding, and I found myself melting into
