Cain
My eyes lock with hers.
Gods, she looks… unaffected. Like none of this is fazing her. Like she isn’t even breathing the same damn air I am.
She’s surrounded by them—those boys who laugh too loud and get too close—but she barely flinches. Her lips curve in that same deadpan smile she wears like armor.
Meanwhile, Rachel’s hands are all over me. Clingy. Desperate.
She wraps her arms around my bicep like a snake, and I don’t even look at her.
“You don’t have to do this,” Vaik murmurs inside my head, a low growl, soft like a warning.
I grit my teeth.
“Watch me,” I mutter under my breath.
The room is buzzing. Phones are out. People are filming like this is a damn royal announcement. And maybe it is. The Alpha’s son, claiming his girl. Or at least… pretending to.
“You can tell them
