Lyra.
I arrived at Alpha Enzo’s pack a little late that night. I had spent too much time deciding what to wear. Since it was our first date, I wanted to make a good impression.
In the end, I chose a black, sleeveless turtleneck dress—elegant yet effortlessly flattering. Even my mother had assured me that Alpha Enzo wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off me.
Excitement bubbled inside me when a luxurious car pulled up in front of my house, flanked by his guards.
The ride to his pack wasn’t as long as I had expected—maybe because the driver sped like he was in a Fast & Furious chase.
Curious, I asked why he was in such a hurry.
“The Alpha requested your arrival as soon as possible,” he replied simply.
I couldn’t help but smile. He’s that eager to see me, I thought.
When we finally ar
