Chapter 52
Tori's POV
Alpha Damian stared at me with a look of surprise while I stood there like a crazed woman with a pair of scissors.
“These are my designs. She stole them,” I said to him, as though that was enough to explain everything.
His eyes settled on her, and I could have almost sworn that I saw them soften.
Her own eyes widened.
“Damian…” she said.
Not Alpha Damian. Damian.
She knew him well enough not to use his title.
He had lied about not knowing her.
“You did a great runway. I will take her with me now,” he said, as though I was some sort of nut job.
“Can I…?” She was about to speak, but she stopped.
“No, it’s fine. Have a good day,” she said.
The air had already shifted almost immediately—the s****l tension hanging so loosely that I knew it could be felt from a
