Tracy ‘s Pov
The leather of the car seat felt like a throne.
I leaned my head back, closing my eyes to hide the predatory gleam I knew was dancing in them. My breath was shallow and jagged, partially because I had spent the past hours sprinting through the damp alleys near the docks to get that "hunted" look, and partially because the adrenaline of my victory was a drug more potent than anything I had ever tasted.
Beside me, Zayne drove with a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. The scent of him filled the car, cedarwood, expensive citrus, and the sharp, metallic tang of raw anxiety. Oh It was delicious.
I keep living in the feeling that he has no idea. He has no idea, I thought, my heart thudding a rhythmic victory march against my ribs. He’s a True Alpha, a man who prides hims
