The banquet wrapped up.
Alpha Gideon emerged looking sharp—eyes clear, steps steady.
But when he handed over his room card to settle the bill, Elliot and I knew he was absolutely plastered.
Camilla, less drunk than last night, scurried to his side, tugging at his arm.
"Wanna come to my place? I’ve got that whiskey you like."
"No thanks."
Alpha Gideon shut her down flat.
There was an uneven patch in the hallway carpet, and he tripped slightly.
Before Elliot or I could move, Camilla stepped in front, arms outstretched, ready to catch him.
At the last second, Alpha Gideon reached back.
I felt myself yanked forward, practically flying.
I crashed into Camilla’s arms, our faces inches from a kiss.
I was floored.
Is Alpha Gideon for real?
Was I a wolf bumper? A shield?
Camilla was
