Silvia
I glared at Alpha Wade.
With a swift, decisive movement, I stepped forward, slapping his hand away from Mielle's arm.
His fingers sprang open in surprise, and Mielle instinctively recoiled, stepping behind me.
"Is it?" I questioned, my lips quirking up in a tight, dangerous smile as I fought to contain the boiling rage threatening to erupt.
The air around us seemed to crackle with unspoken tension, the festive atmosphere of the pool party momentarily forgotten.
The scent of Alpha Wade's cologne—expensive and overpowering—mingled with the chlorine from the pool, creating a nauseating combination.
"Is it not?" Alpha Wade smiled back, his eyes, dark and predatory, slowly trailing up from my feet, lingering for a moment on the unbuttoned portion of my shirt, befor
