Everything about him, from his stare, his posture, his perfectly pressed pair of black pants, to the black sweater that he’s chosen to wear today exudes power and confidence. Like a leader. Like an alpha.
Standing over six feet tall, it doesn’t take him long to cross over to me. But when Moses, Ivan, and Helena attempt to follow, he holds a hand up without turning. They immediately halt. Like I said, an alpha through and through.
One swift glance takes in my rumpled sweats, unbrushed hair, and bare feet. Even though I tell myself I have nothing to be embarrassed about, that isn’t enough to stop the dull heat I can feel sweeping over my cheeks and down my neck.
His expression doesn’t change, but I feel the judgment all the same. So much so that I can almost hear his voice in my head: Thi
