The moment Tristan stepped into the room, everything else faded.
The hushed whispers of the omegas, the distant rustling of fabric—gone.
He stood just inside the doorway, frozen, his sharp golden eyes locked onto me with an intensity that sent heat licking down my spine.
The air shifted, thickening with something almost tangible.
His gaze swept over me, slow and deliberate, taking in every inch of gold that clung to my skin, every strand of hair Kaia had so meticulously arranged. But it wasn’t just the dress, or the way the candlelight made me look like I had been sculpted from molten sunlight.
It was me.
I saw it in the way his throat bobbed, in the way his fingers curled into fists at his sides.
Possession flared in his eyes, dark and unmistakable.
The omegas sensed it too. Witho
