Silvia
Alpha Sherman was gripping too tightly.
The pressure wasn't enough to cause real pain, but it made me flinch slightly.
Alpha Sherman immediately loosened his hold, a flash of regret crossing his features.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice low enough for only me to hear, but his entire body radiated tension like heat waves from a forest fire.
Mason was still standing there, one eyebrow raised and an amused smile playing on his lips.
I wanted to dance—I really did—but I knew the sacred bond between an Alpha and his Luna.
The last thing I wanted was to make Alpha Sherman uncomfortable.
Before I could politely decline, Alpha Sherman spoke, his voice as sharp and cold as icicles in winter.
"I'm afraid I'd like the first dance with my Luna," he said to Mason
