Chapter Eight – The Alpha’s Chase
The room pulsed with expectation, the air thick with a tension that was both visible and invisible. It wasn’t a matter of sound—no loud declarations or overt aggression—but the subtle movements, the measured breaths, the flicker of eyes across the firelight, all spoke volumes. The Alphas were disciplined, every muscle coiled like a bowstring, every glance precise, every footfall deliberate. Hunger, yes, but leashed. Desire, yes, but disciplined. And it was that restraint, the quiet calculation behind every look, that made them far more dangerous than any brute. My pulse fell into rhythm with theirs, careful, measured, a slow drum that mirrored their dominance. I didn’t need to move yet. Observation was my first weapon, my first advantage.
Livia Romano sa
