"What the hell was that?! " Romaldo struggled to contain the burst of attraction that had knocked the hell out of him the moment Irabel responded to Dante's greeting.
She'd practically transformed into a perfect princess so effortlessly, she left him both mesmerized and thirsty, with his blood pumping at an insane speed even for an alpha.
He gripped the edge of his office table hoping to release some of that tension. It didn't do a damn thing. He was thirsty for that gentle flower that had bloomed in a flash right before his eyes. Just the way he liked them…gentle but confident. In that moment there were no traces of the shy abused omega he'd fished out of her former pack. If he didn't know better, he'd think she wasn't one and the same person, but a pure bred royal. But that couldn't be
