Selena.
By the time I reach my room, my hands are still shaking.
Not from fear.
From him.
From the way Alpha Denver’s fingers had barely brushed my skin and yet left a burn that refuses to fade. From the restraint in his eyes, the battle he fought so openly frightened me more than Christopher’s cruelty ever had.
Cruelty was simple. Restraint required discipline. And God, he has so much of it. Too much.
I press my back to the closed door and inhale slowly.
I had missed him.
Not the Alpha I have come to know. But the man who had looked at me like I mattered.
The realization is sharp and unsettling. It has no right to exist, not after a single night, not after everything tangled between us.
And yet my body betrays me, remembering the weight of his presence, the quiet authority th
