CHAPTER 35.
DAISY
Once Ripper made his way in, every eye narrowed toward him, and gasps rippled through the dining hall.
The clatter of forks slowed, then stilled altogether, until the only sounds left were the soft scrape of chair legs against the floor as Ripper dragged out the empty chair next to me and settled into it.
He was dressed in a black jumpsuit with no inner clothes beneath it, subtly showing off his tatted skin.
A hush fell so suddenly. Conversations died mid-sentence. Someone near the far end of the table sucked in a sharp breath as she raised her gaze to Ripper.
He didn’t rush. He moved with an unhurried confidence, his shoes striking the floor gently as he sat in the chair. He didn’t care that he’d turned heads at the table.
Both Alpha De-shawn and his Luna were sta
