Alessio’s Pov
She walked right up to me like she owned the f*****g room.
“Hey, boo,” she said, smirking.
I narrowed my eyes. My voice was quiet, but cold enough to cut steel.
“What the f**k are you wearing?”
She blinked innocently. “What do you mean? Don’t I look nice?”
Then she spun around slowly, putting the damn dress on full display.
She was doing it on purpose. Testing me. Poking my wolf. My wolf, fang, was unnecessarily quiet for the past few days.
“I’m not asking,” I said flatly. “You’re going back to the mansion to change.”
She scoffed. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
Then she walked off.
I didn’t stop her. I didn’t follow her either.
I just watched her move across the floor like chaos in heels. She grabbed a glass of wine and downed it in one go. The room kept looking
