Aria's pov
I clutched the edge of my dress, my fingers playing with the fabric while I met Damien's stare head-on.
His accusations grated against my nerves.
"Of course, I can't compare with your vast experience, Alpha Damien," I said, my tone cool with a trace of challenge.
My hands tightened on the hem of my dress, my eyes sharp and alert, ready for whatever move he made next.
Damien's expression didn't soften.
He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, testing the space between us.
A faint smile touched his lips, the kind that spoke of confidence and danger at the same time.
The air grew heavy.
His nearness carried the heat of the Alpha he was, but I forced myself not to step back.
He leaned in, his breath brushing my skin and sending an involun
