ATTICUS
As soon as Hera started dancing, something shifted in me, something primal. I hated the way she moved—
No, that’s a lie.
I hated how much I wanted her as she moved.
Every slow, deliberate sway of her hips, every roll of her body ignited a fire inside me that I couldn’t smother. My eyes were locked on her, even though I could feel the gazes of the other alphas crawling over her.
I growled, fighting the urge to tear every single one of their eyes out for looking at her like that, but I couldn’t react. I had to sit there, stone-faced, feigning nonchalance, acting like she didn’t affect me.
Like my member wasn’t rock hard for her.
It disgusted me, this twisted attraction I had for her. She was supposed to be my enemy, the one responsible for Rachel’s death, and yet here I w
