Chapter 29: Helping Her Get Dressed
(Eliza Stone's POV)
The searing warmth from Ethan's palm seeped through my thin dress, sending a jolt of Alpha energy coursing through my body. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, responding to his touch in ways I couldn't control.
Without missing a beat, I retaliated. I slid my hand from his strong waist and gave his hip a playful pinch, my touch lingering slightly longer than necessary.
I looked up at him with a mischievous smile, my amber eyes flashing. "Let's call it even, Mr. Howe."
Amusement glimmered in Ethan's light eyes. His wolf, Noah, seemed to recognize my challenging spirit—I wasn't one to let any perceived dominance go unanswered.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Little Eliza," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers
